Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

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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.