Sleeping Dragon and they called it yellow

Rebekka looked up as her name was called, an uncommon voice though with a furrow to her brow was her curiosity hooked. Eyes landed on a rather large, bear-like man; unlike who she had seen before. It was odd, for one to know of her name while she rarely spoke it to so many, leading her to further question the intentions of the man. "You," A mildly puzzled look set upon her facial features, unable to bring herself to recall the man's name while startled he was even here in the first place to remember her's. He was from Trigeda, or Seageda, that much was for sure as his accent and overall semblance was something other than the wolves of the teekon carried. She felt as if she knew him but did not, all the same. Bristled at the thought of her own poor memory and the idotic look that surely coated her features, the huntress tensed before straightening up as if to size up the other though the clear difference in size was extremely notable if not humorous. None had particularly sought her out on any day and she had naturally assumed it was her unfortunate placement at the lowest of the low that had granted the distance between her and the others; leading her to assume that he was a messenger from Heda and not from his own wish of company. Waiting for his given correspondence, she did not think of the possibity that the man was here on his own terms; Rebekka was not the type to seek out of pure interest, her conversations were short and rather not sweet. She was a woman of do rather than say, and as far as social skills went, she had none.