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ragna fell alongside her, content to share the burdensome task of reinforcing the malkaria's outer perimeter. arunik'ra kept a thin ear turned in her direction, awaiting the natural rise in conversation. when it came in the form of a query, arunik'ra paused to consider the answer.

"i don't know." she answered truthfully, for she had never encountered a wolf from either pack near the malkaria. rather, it was the other way around -- she had come across one wolf in the delta, and the other outside of a hazelwood grove.

"one may know of us, the pack in the river ford - but as for the other, i am not certain." she resumed her duties, scratching her paw pads along a damp piece of earth. ragna's second query came as a surprise to the red woman, but she obliged anyway: "what would you like to know? i am sister to the ekar-aji -- that's the alpha for you -- eshamun. we are daughters of ashtorath, the high priestess of malkaria's homeland, surrendal. i have served molech for three years now, and wish to see plenty more."