Bitterroot Valley lfg temple of ahn’qiraj

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Rebekka nosed the tracks, gathering the scent of prey, effectively ignoring the blabber of a wolf she did not know. She was usually a sole hunter; it was painstakingly obvious she did not know that courteously meant in a public setting, nevermind that she did not even know what they were saying. Instead, she gathered her own intel. Something big, possibly dangerous, but a well enough meal. The prey of the Wilds were unlike Trigeda's, and still, some were unknown to her but she did what she could to learn in the split second she could, all there was to know about the targeted animal while attempting to take it down. Turning to the pair, she waited for an indication to continue on; she had already found her heading. She was ready, perhaps impatient, and she did not hide it.