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The request was almost enough to stop her in her tracks, though a frown found her way onto her features, hints of a guarded look in her eyes. “Why?” She felt it was a simple question that she was allowed to ask if the woman wanted such intrusive information.
 
She remembered her mother fondly, but it did not mean she was willing to play the cards closest to her chest. Small memories were fine… but if she opened up, then she revealed and that was not in her nature. They were searching for game, shifting their focus from exploring and Medb saw hints of rabbits imprinted in the snow, motioning with her head. “See, the imprints here were fast… the creatures were running from something. If you were a hare running from, say, a wolf… where would you go?” She posed the question and changed the topic simultaneously.