Fairspell Meadow Showered by the empty hopes

The bitch's face remained warily contorted when Sebastian laughed, and the sound of it sent all of her hackles into the air. Whatever he had to laugh about, Saena didn't find his behaviour very funny. In fact, given the nature of their last run-in, it was downright threatening. Saena didn't have the backing of her pack this time and while she didn't necessarily need it, her comfort level suffered for it.

She did him the basic courtesy of listening when he opened his mouth, though every word he said was punctuated by her own growl. Only when he claimed they hadn't met, and then followed up with word of his son, did the alpha have reason to pause. Her muzzle smoothed slowly as confusion clouded her eyes. While Burke asked why she hadn't killed his son, she was busy still processing the fact that this man, a total look-alike, was not in fact the wolf her pack had endeavoured to kill.

"He's a wiz-" Saena was about to say, but then a gangly wolf, all legs, interrupted with a growled remark aimed at the male. Now even more confused and unable to recognize Casmir for who he was, she curled a limb around her kill and crouched deeper with eyes flicking between the two dogs. The larger was still imposing and threatening even if he wasn't Sebastian, and the other was clearly young, probably too young to win should a fight break out.

Saena poised herself to run, not away but forward. Should Burke see fit to do something about Casmir, she would be there to intervene, if only because he was young. She didn't recognize him, and a part of her might've hesitated to intervene even if she'd known whose kid he was, having been so recently slighted by the wolves of the plateau. Casmir's youth was what drew her into a slight protective mindset, though for now she was still, observant.