Sun Mote Copse wait a minute i'm passing out, win or lose

Ragna followed with well contained eagerness, taking in every inch of their route. She watched where Arunik'ra left signs of the Copse's habitation, and listened well to where their neighbors were. Are they aware of us? she asked. It would be good to know where they stood with neighboring packs. If they were hostile to the Malkaria, Ragna's self-assigned task would not be so simple.

At the next marker, Ragna joined Arunik'ra, adding her scent by rubbing against a tree trunk in passing. Tufts of shed hair remained, carded out by the rough bark. Will you tell me about yourself? she asked, curious about this woman and how she had come to worship Molech.