Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

Saena's mouth formed a soft O when Ragna revealed that her origin was not with the Malkaria wolves, but quite a bit closer instead. She didn't know the names of any of the territories along the coast, with the exception of Donnelaith, but the name Ragna uttered was familiar. "I remember that pack," she shared. Only the name, though. Saena could recall nothing about its leadership or its ways, and the fact that they'd saved Junior's life in her distant past was hidden in the fog of her mind.

"I was born at Blacktail Deer Plateau," she revealed, "and I remember your pack. It was a good relationship, I think." But both of them were gone now. She'd surely have encountered Stavanger Bay on her way to the hinterlands the first time, with the remains of the Phoenix Maplewood pack, and Blacktail had moved to a new location. Unbeknownst to her, it had changed drastically from the family-oriented group she'd been a part of. "What made you join the Malkaria?" wondered Saena.