Phoenix Maplewood Rain or shine, snow or sleet.

Saena's attempts to limber up and work her aching rib into shape were, at every turn, hindered. Her elusiveness in the previous weeks had caused the injury to heal imperfectly—though that had been guaranteed from the moment she ran with it—and now, with pups growing in her belly, it was sure to take a good deal more time. Nevertheless, when the alpha female wasn't puking up her meals, she was loping through the maplewood, steering clear of the borders but ensuring she kept moving. After an hour of warming up, she had full range of motion in her joints, and the sweep of her gait only ached if she overextended at the shoulder.

She winced as she lifted herself over a fallen log and dropped to the snowy loam on the other side, jarring her flank but refusing to falter. She pressed on, coming across Tavi's trail quite by accident, but when she caught a whiff she avidly began to follow it, unaware that she was being searched for as well. The scent of meat drifted on the air, causing the alpha's stomach to flip-flop uncomfortably, but she was keen to find the delta. Now that she was certain of her condition, she had every intention of following her gut, and her gut was telling her to find Tavi and speak with her.