Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

Ah, the stab in the dark had been successful. This was a wolf of the clans - but which clan? She spied no scars, so that ruled out Azgeda; that was obvious enough to Radova even without the physical marker. She knew of all the beasts in Azhoum. Trigeda then? Dark coat, thin frame, there wasn't much to differentiate a wolf of the trees from any other. There was talk of other clans as well, but Radova had not encountered many. This woman spoke in her people's tongue, but lived in the mountain - and from what Radova knew, she had always been taught to avoid the mountains.

"Maun-geda?" She mused, voice still soft despite the intensity of her gaze. It did not waver even after witnessing a flash of teeth. She licked her lips. "Radova gon Az-geda -" Lifting her pale face, pride was evident there. "- once." She slipped back to the language of the warriors, and relaxed her posture as she spoke that one word. She was alone now.