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The call was raised and she called back; the woman had little wish to hold back the desire to hunt. Traveling not by a rush but not snail pace, she journeyed to where the call had echoed, coming to a stop just a little while later in the face to two wolves she had never laid eyes on before; neither was their smell any familiar. Perhaps it was for the best, afterall, the woman had no intention of keeping connections; her purpose among the fellow kind was to hunt what she could not manage on her own. With a nod of her head, neutral eyes scanned the group of its worth. The man looked the part if not a little skittish, however, seemed no older than she. The woman, however, seemed rather normal if not bland in the aspect of things; Rebekka was a closet judger although her opinions were not the kind of thing anyone really cared for.

As she waited, the woman herself did not offer a name but simply stared, waiting to carry out whatever the man had in mind.