Rebekka was a creature without much caution to consequences. It was a fact of her very being, the way she worked and lived and breathed; the first time being careful had been the badger incident with Freyja and for the first time, she had felt responsible for someone other than herself. Walking in on a scene of potential danger towards a child she had actually started to tolerate sent her into a rage that went beyond her usual chaotic need for action. Heda had herself as a blockade between herself and the girl, yet at the same time launched an offensive attack that Rebekka could not help but to intervene on. Yet, before she could make a move to attack, the stranger tuck tailed and fled on an injured leg. A snarl and a scoff rippled through the breast and throat of one Rebekka, and without thinking the woman began the chase. Attempting to snap at the heels of the tresspasser as it flees, the only thought that raced though her mind was the one to drag the other down until it can move no longer. Thankfully for her, the other carried a limp and Rebekka knew it will not get far in an attempt to outrun her, a woman with twice the strength. As if she already had the strangers neck in her jaws, a twisted smile formed on her lips; pushing to run faster and faster before she leaps. The jump was formed by muscled powered stride and would land with a heavy crash if she could even land it in the first place.

When the chase no longer seemed relevant, the woman fell back; having snapped at the strangers heels until it was over and past the borderline and beyond. Pathetic. Those with little guts to stand and fight in their own self defense struck no pity in her heart but the disgust at the weakness in the choice to flee. It was only by some miracle did the tresspasser manage to just graze Rebekka's awaiting jaws; something that made her angry as much as it frusturated her. Stoic eyes burned into the path the stranger took as if she could physically burn the scent trail with her eyes. Yet, her muscles still stood tense as she impatiently waited for Thuringwethil's instruction, awaiting any indication to track down the stranger if that was what the Commander wished. The stranger meant little to the woman herself, figuring it would mostly likely die by another pack's jaws in just a little while. However, Rebekka's sole loyalty was to the commander, and therefore her concerns lied with what Heda wished to be done. 

Anticipation remained within her emotions long after the trespasser was chased off; yet the snarl of the Commander internally caused her to flinch. Lowered eyes refused to meet Heda's gaze, as if choosing to run off the female was a sin in itself, and a lazy decision rather than to chase her down to the ends of the earth. Regardless of the fact Heda's anger was not directed to Rebekka, the woman seemed to feel the wrath all the same; equally as motivating as it was terrifying. Head dipped, the woman replied with a clear tone, a pawn's response to a higher power that could as easily chase her out for her failures, as Rebekka had chased out the trespasser. With the distinct aroma of the loner on her senses, she could give the reply with full confidence.  "Yes, Heda,"

With a flickering glance to Freyja, she wondered what the Commander's will was to be. While the Kru would not dare to question the decision of the cheiftess, and was as equally awaiting to taste the blood of the trespasser woman on her tongue, what was Heda's objective other than to place simple revenge on an already destined-to-fail loner? As they awaited the arrival of an officer, a foreign delegate chosen to be apart of Heda's inner circle; she paced. While each seond ticked by, the woman ran an extra distance, and Rebekka stood pacing. 

Mere seconds after Heda's command was set, the huntress wasted no time taking off, assuming the other would follow when he could. There was little Rebekka knew about the commander on a personal level, but she was aware enough to know that this meant more to Thuringwethil than it meant to her; more than she could understand. However, the vengeful order could tell her but one true thing: it meant she could not dare to return empty handed, or suffer the consequences of failing a task assigned by Heda herself. No matter her lesser attachment to hunting down the doomed stranger, Heda's wishes would become her own, and what Rebekka wanted, she would get. There was never a more true case than the phrase, your wish is my command. 

The scent trail remained prominent, and for as long as she could, unresting. She did not know much about her companion, Dio, other than he was not of Trigeda, nor any tribe she knew of. No matter, it would not affect her task nor it's outcome. Rebekka had begun the chance to prove her worth, and prove, she would do.