Gregor's head whipped around at Loka's last words. That there was another one wasn't all too surprising -- an infection spreads, after all -- but how could she possibly know it was a female? The inquisitor came to a halt, Oaksheart's road within vision behind him, and narrowed his eyes at the Deva. 

"A female? Explain yourself and your witchcraft -- what is this of tasting its blood and seeing tracks in the forest, anyway? And those screams that drove the wolf into an even madder frenzy? I have seen many unnatural things in my days, but never [i]that[/i]," he said. He spoke quickly and a little too loud, but the tone of his voice was not unkind. There was a hint of curiosity and, in his last three words, a begrudging undertone of admiration. Her contributions to the hunt had been very valuable.