Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

Who else is joining the Vale?

Warbone's tail wagged and the king seemed to believe his words -- Zephyr knew that his actions would better prove this to the man, like the hunt they went on now-- and again invited him down the slopes with a nip to his face. With a little bit more of an excited air to him, the ebony man chuffed in agreement and followed. 

Her name is Saena.

Zephyr didn't know the name, and had little time to think of it before Warbone's words, commanding and undisbutable, were ringing in his cupped ears. Clearly, this woman was special: if not the man's wife itself, than at least a fellow alpha. This was fine by the Maverick, and though he was clear in this acceptance, he also naturally was curious. Not that either of his assumptions didn't mean she was inexplicitly would lead beside him, it was just a little bit wondering about the grey faced man's life.

                         "Of course, Warbone. Wife, or Alpha?"