It came a surprise to her when the girl returned in complete Trigedasleng, something Rebekka had expected yet the familiar language in a foreign place came a light shock. This was how it was supposed to be, unlike the sickly sweet tongue of the Teekon wolves she refused to adopt. The yearling had learned to adapt to the changes brought first by Gyda's reign and then solely Thuringwethil's; she had no wish to alter yet again what she had just struggled to learn in the first place. Yet, she was sure now that Thuringwethil took the rightful place as reigning cheiftess solely, the transition for the others would me more enteratining to observe as now the cards had turned. Freyja would never know it but the familiarity and comfort in the fact that Rebekka would not have to struggle to communicate with the girl gave her a sense of reassurance that she had come by minimally during her time in Sleeping Dragon.

Fond eyes watched as the girl carried on, leaving Rebekka to simply nod and agree. “Sha,” Rebekka's eyes wandered beyond the girl as an intake of breath signalled that their prey was not that far ahead. Yet, this was not her hunt. “Go ona, hon op em,”The woman indicated for the girl to continue following the trail — with her eyes. “Ai don meet yo der,” Believeing Freyja capable of locating the animal herself with the nessicary clues to do so, Rebekka skipped ahead, deciding it was most likely best to first investigate the animal itself than walk Gavriel's daghter into a dangerous situation. The animal was not big, yet something about it was unfamiliar to her, and so, she went on.

To her assumption, the aminal was not what she had thought. Small enough to end herself yet reminded her of a raccon-skunk type thing that did not exist where she had come from (it was a badger, really). Deciding it manageable enough, she waited within the bushes for Freyja to catch up — so she could ask the girl exactly what this thing was and how best to take it down. 

It seemed neither female knew exactly what the creature was, exactly. Rebekka kept her eyes trained on it's shuffling movements, yet shrugged in response to the girl's question, as it had been her own. “Ai nou know,” Quizzical optics ventured as the animal moved, foraging, and completely unaware of the hunt against it. While Rebekka was an instinct-oriented creature, precautions were a necessary when in the company of an heir. When and if they chose to hunt it, Rebekka would have no experiance dealing with a creature of it's species; oblivious to how it worked, it's weaknesses and it's strengths — things she had always known before. While that every thought only drove her to do it even more, she had no wish nor intention of putting Freyja in blind while Rebekka herself did not know what to expect. “Don yu odon disha fou?” She turned to the girl. There would be less of a risk to know that the girl had experiance hunting before, and of an animal similar in size. Impatiently but unconsciously, her tail swung faster in anticipation oof the hunt.

When the girl confirmed her experiance, Rebekka did not hesitate to map out the plan in her head. It was a long sort of animal, the neck seemed a vulnerable point though a glance at it's feet full of talons suggested it was not the tamest of creatures. “Claws,” The woman murmurered, mentally highlighting that very important aspect of it's features. If she was correct, it would lash out upon her attempts at putting it down, causing unnecessary bodily harm and overall inconvenience. With Freyja in tow, it was something she was not willing to risk.

Yet the animal had a larger behind, unable to see past it; something that she could latch on to as it foraged away. If she pinned it, got it on it's back in a futile position, Freyja would have the time nessicary to end it's life. If something went wrong, they would be in different positions to act on instinct. This hunt would have no formal plan. “Ste en hod op gon ai signal,” The woman spoke in hushed tones so that the mamal might not become aware of their presence. Figuring the plan was set, she made a move to go, yet hesitated. It dawned on her with a sinking feeling. This was not her hunt. She was merely the teacher, not the student in the situation. It was Freyja's chance, and for the first time in Rebekka's existence, she thought about someone elses' interests other than her own. Something she had not done for anyone but herself, for it was her that had waited for others to follow her, inconsiderate to the wishes of any other. Backtracking, she came beside the girl once more.“Unless yu don a beter ide,” The woman suggested, opneing the floor to the girl until futher notice.

Freyja voiced her plan, and no sooner later did the woman take action, pivoting to silently make her way around the unsuspecting animal. It shuffled as she watched, intent eyes peering as she moved in a position that would best guarantee her strike to be true. While the beast was significantly smaller than she, there was always a shimmer of wary that lined her conscious when confronting something new, yet by the determination in her launch, one would not have guessed.

She could feel it tense and writhe underneath her claws as she sunk them in, sparing no time attempting to get a hold on it's lower back. Yet, Rebekka had not even considered Freyja's position, much less if there was supposed to be a signal of sorts or attack strategy that they had not discussed. In her moment of hesitation, the creature took it's turn to swipe at her foreleg, snagging it's claws in the flesh above her bone. A snarl of fierce pain later, and she called out for Frejya to end it as she tried to place her nails and balance into it as it thrashed. Rebekka was loosing grip, she knew, for despite it's size, it was notably strong. Never again would she ever approach it's unworthy kind. Yet, in that moment, her head was elsewhere than focused on regret. While sure, she could maybe put it down faster than waiting for Freyja to take it's life, the reminder rung in her mind. This was not her hunt. Godamnit. While it thrashed and shrieked under her weight, she took it's misbalance at it's presented opportunity to expose it's flank, a protected area it had forgotten to block; the opportunity they had been waiting for.

As soon as it had begun, it ended; it seemed. Freyja made quick work of placing her own grip upon the withering animal until it thrashed no more. Rebekka let it drop from her mouth. Stepping back to observe their kill, it was no clean feat but a kill nonetheless. "Well done," The woman looked to the girl with sincere eyes, a new sense of respect for the girl as an established hunter; having changed Rebekka's view of childrens capabilities. Or, perhaps, Freyja would become an acceptation to Rebekka's unacknowledged views on children and their use; greeting the heir as an adult and not a child. With more respect than she gave many fully grown adults. 

Despite the few nicks of badger claws that had indented themselves on her usually flawless clean kept complexion, she shrugged the initial struggle of as any other beginners nerves. Truly, there had been nothing to be concerned about. "Keep it, you earned it," Rebekka indicated to the animal, though truly her generosity had more to do with wanting to shove off the unwanted beast to the girl, rather than have to drag it back to the caches after just struggling to end it's life. Besides, she had done what she had come to do, and Freyja could return to Gavriel with a prize of her learning. Rebekka had no need to take any credit for getting beat up by a raccoon-beaver-beast.