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It seemed strange now, patrolling Rusalka without Vengeance's presence. Raleska refused to think of him for too long; it turned her thoughts dark and bitter.

She had stopped by @Erzulie's den that morning to see how the gilded she-wolf fared, and then swept in an orderly fashion up along the perimeters. Kaertok's scent was heavy here -- as was another wolf's. A stranger.

Drawing immediately to her full height in suspicion Raleska prowled through the deadfall and moss, eyes falling eventually on a girl her age; black-furred and seemingly unsure. "Who are you?" Raleska called by way of greeting, cutting straight to the chase without much need for formality or obeisance. She could not help but suspect everyone these days; either they pulled a Vercingetorix and stabbed people in the back, or they pulled a Vengeance and left town when you needed them most. Maybe it was a "Name-Starts-With-V" thing; she hoped for this svelte loner's sake that her name did not also begin with the accursed letter.