Phoenix Maplewood Rain or shine, snow or sleet.

"Oh," said Saena, who could only vaguely remember the last time she'd seen Wildfire. "We're not close. To be honest, I'm surprised she sent a message along at all." They shared a tense bond, one that always ended with Saena wondering if making an effort was even worthwhile. She could go off the hook like Junior and try to kill the usurper of her father's attention, but a small voice of morality always reminded her that Wildfire was not Fox, and she never acted on it.

"She is nice, though," Saena agreed. There was never any reason for her to consider Wildfire mean or rude, and she seriously doubted the girl had a mean bone in her body. It was a crying shame she was so partial to her family. "Anyway," hummed the alpha female, who had nothing else to say on the subject of Wildfire, "I'm off to soak in a stream. You're welcome to come, or not, whatever you want," and she let the invitation hang in the air as she turned to go, leaving the ball in Tavi's court completely.