Silver Creek And when white moths were on the wing

Saena's smile widened when Spring indicated that she understood the need for a little time. The alpha's offer to help her through her memory loss would not be forgotten. She hoped to be up for it on the morrow, although even Saena understood that it was possible she would need longer than that. There were a great many things to think about, and on the forefront of her mind was the uncertain fate of her children.

"Thank you, Spring," she breathed, and when the alpha offered to forego the usual expectation that a wolf seeking to join the creek take steps to integrate themselves, she bobbed her head lightly. "If you're sure," she added, although Saena was relieved about the opportunity to step into the woods again and sleep somewhere at least a little familiar, with the security of her pack. "I bet there are more here who don't know me than do," she added, in case the alpha had second thoughts about her waltzing into the pack without the usual formalities. Those who didn't know her could be offended by it, after all. Spring had to think of that.