She stood, watching as the rider rode around and past her into the west, the white wolf backing off and speeding after her.  For a moment, she seriously considered flinging her dagger into the woman's back, but she decided against it.  She'd heard the woman's voice and thought she would never forget the particular sound of it.  The other woman was...familiar and Voleta knew then she had dreamt of her.  She pondered upon this, turning it over and over in her mind.  This was an enemy, she should be laid out dead at Voleta's feet, yet she had not tried to stop her departure.<br/><br/>Walking forward Voleta watched as her small asp warbled it's raised up head, still spitting out little hisses.  She knelt by it and it turned to her, quickly slithering into Voleta's extended hand.  The black dog was sniffing the ground all about, it's hackles still raised as Voleta brought up the little asp and kissed it on the head.<br/><br/>Her free hand flipped the Dagger about so that she again held it by the bone handle and slipped it back into it's sheath.  Then she stood and headed back to her horse.