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Raleska watched the Tartok male for some time before approaching him. She had learned from her mother to measure wolves, strangers particularly, carefully — and one of the best ways to do so was by watching their actions undetected. She surmised him to be in good health; he was bordering large, and had a look about him Raleska estimated was restless.

Adopting the posture of a wolf ready to defend their territory, Raleska made herself known by sauntering towards the brute at a loose gait. She had already intercepted a loner once this week, and she wondered if he was somehow connected. He was certainly cleaner than Vengeance was, though his hygiene afforded him no warmth from the Eyjolfur girl. Can I help you? Raleska queried, resting her sharp gaze on the man expectantly.