Greatwater Lake she asked for war and they did not comply

Rebekka was no fool. She had been trained since birth to play a specific role. Trigeda produced warriors, and she was no exception. Someone watched her, from not to far away. The swivel of her head an intake of scent notified her where the stranger was, and her ambitions. The blood soaked meat on a stick in her mouth was bound to attract the attention of the starved, no matter what their morals had been. 

Rebekka did not want a fight, mainly because she knew she would win. This was unclaimed ground and free hunting rights for all. Whoever this was, they would embark on a suicide mission messing with her. Despite her age, she held more stamina than many older than her. She began to walk in the opposite direction, clenching the rabbit in her jaws. This was her kill, rightfully so, and she would not give it up to save her life.