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Raleska had to admit there was a tenacity about Julep that threatened her from the moment she met her, much like how she had seen in Yami a fellow rival. Not to be outdone by either young adversaries, Raleska had kept her sharp eyes on the newcomer, studying her comings and goings with suspicion.

When Julep made for the cliffs, Raleska did too. She readied herself with a story for why she was stalking her packmate - oh, to keep her safe, to make sure she didn't get snatched by the Dragedan boogeymen -- anything to make it seem like she was more interested in Julep's well-being than the true cause: a brimming, budding insecurity that she did not realize was as cutthroat and natural among young women as gulls to a shore.

Finding she could conceal herself no longer, once Julep was out in the open Raleska joined her, giving the woman a rather flinty once-over before speaking. "Why are you out here?" She couldn't help how accusatory the words were - her mother had cautioned the woman might not be as she appeared, and Raleska secretly hoped in that moment she was a Dragedan spy just so she had a reason to show her what it really meant to be Rusalkan.