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she leaves the borders early that morning, with only a backward glance before she sets into the wilds. she's keen on a hunt, and it's certainly easier to concentrate when she doesn't have to divert a certain portion of her attention to making sure no one tries for her head. the situation seems to have settles, somewhat, and she's established a few clear allies. but she's not blind to the discontent to the discontent breeding beneath the surface. soon she'll have to deal with it entirely. she can either extend the same kind of alliance she extended Valour, or stomp it out. 

in the time it takes the sun to sweep across the sky, she's managed to dull her hunger, and take advantage of the solitude to think through her most pressing concerns. she's considering the matter of Vanity when she comes across the boy, bent over the water's edge. intake of breath reveals a familiar scent, which she confirms with a "moonspear?" that's a whole other matter to be taken care of; she hopes Hydra wasn't a great friend of Vengeance. somehow, she doubts it.