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From his movements, Meldresi gather that she was facing a trained warrior, a dangerous one at that. Her face kept as impassive as his when he strode forward, stopping a foot or so away from her. The multicolored male snapped a question at her, asking her name and pack. She responded firmly, meeting his blazing green eyes with her dark blue ones. "Meldresi, Alpha of Blackfeather Woods." The wolf continued, clearly angered that she had read him so easily. So angered in fact, that he attacked.

Meldresi was not trained as a normal assassin. She was trained a courtesan, a spy, a poisoner. She did not have much experience with open combat. But she did have sharp reflexes, and leapt aside the moment his face turned dark, though she barely managed to get away in time. The priestess kept her face stoic, eyes blazing indignantly. "There is no need for violence."