Porcupine Ridge Through hollow lands and hilly lands

"Once a leader, always a leader. Been doing it since I was a year old," she informed her companion. At least, that was Saena's way of thinking. Many wolves adapted to their situations and did what was necessary to survive, including submitting willingly in spite of their past positions. Saena would do that, too, but mostly out of necessity. She found the thought of choosing to follow some wolves difficult, and would only willingly lower her head to those who proved themselves superior through hard work, dedication, or strength. Otherwise, she was the worthier one. It was part of the reason she hadn't returned to Silver Creek. As much as she liked and respected Spring as a friend, she did not respect her much as a leader.

"His name's Warbone," she shared with Vixen, gesturing as she stepped away from the skeleton of the former wolf. "He's kind of like me. Been through a lot of tough shit, forgot his life somehow, came back to find it totally changed." Saena didn't comment on whether or not that made either of them fit leaders. She'd forgotten and then remembered, but it hadn't affected her ability to lead a pack of wolves any... that she knew of. "What makes you want to turn things around?" It was a vague enough question, but what Saena really wanted to know was whether Vixen fit into the forming vision of Warbone and herself: a pack free of personal bullshit, more or less.