Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

When the chase no longer seemed relevant, the woman fell back; having snapped at the strangers heels until it was over and past the borderline and beyond. Pathetic. Those with little guts to stand and fight in their own self defense struck no pity in her heart but the disgust at the weakness in the choice to flee. It was only by some miracle did the tresspasser manage to just graze Rebekka's awaiting jaws; something that made her angry as much as it frusturated her. Stoic eyes burned into the path the stranger took as if she could physically burn the scent trail with her eyes. Yet, her muscles still stood tense as she impatiently waited for Thuringwethil's instruction, awaiting any indication to track down the stranger if that was what the Commander wished. The stranger meant little to the woman herself, figuring it would mostly likely die by another pack's jaws in just a little while. However, Rebekka's sole loyalty was to the commander, and therefore her concerns lied with what Heda wished to be done.