Silver Moraine BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

She had not doubted Hedas tribe would not succumb to defeat, and certianly not against two strange looking wolves who's pack did not bother to come to their side. But that, was to their benefit. Rebekka did had not hesitated to snap the elk's leg in her jaws, yanking it away from under the male as he retreated, calling the other with him. However, she did not hold on for long as Heda claimed their prize, but not before tearning a peice away to give to a Gyda. What was a Gyda?, the yearling wondered. It had slipped her mind, the name of the second Alpha, but at that second it was not of high importance to her, selfishly so. Thinking no more of it, she in turn took her share, savouring every last taste as it would come only once. 

Rebekka's respect for the Commander was growing, not just because of her title, but as an Alpha. Her power, influence, it was the things to envy yet Rebekka did not. She only wished one day to be like her, intimidating yet fair. She could never be half as kind as Thuringwethil was, but she was still learning. And learn, she would do.