Porcupine Ridge Through hollow lands and hilly lands

As the red-haired woman drew nearer, Saena pressed back, giving Vixen the room she needed to investigate the remains of whatever wolf had died here. Vixen's words drew a bit of a smirk on Saena's lips, but the sentiment didn't touch her eyes, which were buried under a layer of sorrow and fresh pain from her daughters' rejection. Her head pulled back slightly on her neck in anticipation of witnessing one wolf eat the bones of another, but then Vixen dismissed it, and she relaxed marginally. "Never carried a scent back to someone before?" she assumed, but then, that probably wasn't far off. Most sophisticated wolves than what Saena was becoming likely saw the act as dirty and uncouth.

The woman's question was a surprise, but she supposed it shouldn't be. There were a great many loners in these parts. Saena saw them sometimes, coming and going about their business, but she never deigned to approach them herself. There was only one wolf she would approach directly, for the time being, and he was not present. "A leader," she amended, allowing her shoulders to stiffen slightly with the formality of a title she only loosely held at the moment. "But my allegiance has recently changed, so for now, alone, more or less. Are you?"