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Once the male was made aware of Raleska’s presence, he seemed to shift. Raleska watched as he straightened up his form, passing a darting tongue across his lips before uttering a query about their realm. Unlike Vengeance, this man seemed interested in learning rather than being interrogated— Raleska’s tail reclined slightly, for she felt much more at ease when a wolf made their ambitions plain. 

Speaking of ambitions, Raleska did not miss the way the white stranger’s eyes roved across her frame. To be measured in such a manner was unusual for her, but she did not shirk or wither under his gaze. Raleska was proud of her appearance, and assured —perhaps a bit arrogantly, she assumed most wolves would find her visually appealing, and if they didn’t, she did not care. 

This is Rusalka. Many sorts live here, but most of us are warriors. Raleska was not about to reveal that it was also home to several mothers at the moment; given their fighting roots, she surmised it was okay to brand her pack as a band of fighters. She quickly shifted the focus to Kaertok, measuring him with the cold bite of her yellow eyes. She had answered his questions — now it was time for him to do the same.  What sort of wolf are you?