Sleeping Dragon i'm going back to the start

As soon as it had begun, it ended; it seemed. Freyja made quick work of placing her own grip upon the withering animal until it thrashed no more. Rebekka let it drop from her mouth. Stepping back to observe their kill, it was no clean feat but a kill nonetheless. "Well done," The woman looked to the girl with sincere eyes, a new sense of respect for the girl as an established hunter; having changed Rebekka's view of childrens capabilities. Or, perhaps, Freyja would become an acceptation to Rebekka's unacknowledged views on children and their use; greeting the heir as an adult and not a child. With more respect than she gave many fully grown adults. 

Despite the few nicks of badger claws that had indented themselves on her usually flawless clean kept complexion, she shrugged the initial struggle of as any other beginners nerves. Truly, there had been nothing to be concerned about. "Keep it, you earned it," Rebekka indicated to the animal, though truly her generosity had more to do with wanting to shove off the unwanted beast to the girl, rather than have to drag it back to the caches after just struggling to end it's life. Besides, she had done what she had come to do, and Freyja could return to Gavriel with a prize of her learning. Rebekka had no need to take any credit for getting beat up by a raccoon-beaver-beast.