Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

Mere seconds after Heda's command was set, the huntress wasted no time taking off, assuming the other would follow when he could. There was little Rebekka knew about the commander on a personal level, but she was aware enough to know that this meant more to Thuringwethil than it meant to her; more than she could understand. However, the vengeful order could tell her but one true thing: it meant she could not dare to return empty handed, or suffer the consequences of failing a task assigned by Heda herself. No matter her lesser attachment to hunting down the doomed stranger, Heda's wishes would become her own, and what Rebekka wanted, she would get. There was never a more true case than the phrase, your wish is my command. 

The scent trail remained prominent, and for as long as she could, unresting. She did not know much about her companion, Dio, other than he was not of Trigeda, nor any tribe she knew of. No matter, it would not affect her task nor it's outcome. Rebekka had begun the chance to prove her worth, and prove, she would do.