Mandalore - Numeck Household.
Tyran huffed patiently despite how long he'd been standing there waiting for his new apprentice, he didn't like using that term though it sounded too Jedi like for his tastes. It had been a few weeks since they'd turned her parents over to Gruda the Hutt and Anora had left the Jedi Order, or abandoned if you wanted to get honest. The mission he'd given her was simple: head into the woods and find the galek hound that was causing a lot of trouble in the area and bring it back for dinner. Galek hounds were usually revered by Mandalorians but this one was a real nuisance. It had killed a lot of livestock from local farms and it had been deemed necessary to hunt the beast. Just for the added experience Tyran had borrowed his neighbor's hunting strill and sent the foul creature along with Anora.
The whole idea was to get used to killing because it was a necessity, killing one Trandoshan by shear luck and handing over her parents to a lowlife gangster were good steps in that hardened direction, but he just wanted to see if she could handle this. Galek hounds were hardy beasts but they could be beaten, plus Anora had full use of the Force now that he'd returned the Ysalimir to Myrkr. Something she'd been rather happy about. Just to give her a little kick in the teeth he opened up his comlink with her. "You going to be done any time soon? That strill stink might start clinging to you if you spend much more time with it. Which means you'll wind up sleeping outside tonight and it looks like rain." He said looking up at the rather gray sky above him.