Northstar Vale And pluck till time and times are done

His answer prompted Saena to look to the sky, but there were no signs of a storm that she could see. Realizing he must have meant the one that passed by earlier, by nodded her head and said, "that'd do it." There was protection in the vale. With mountains on all sides, Saena thought they would need never fear a lightning strike even in the heart of one of their forests. The only danger to them living in a veritable bowl was flooding, and should that happen, there was no shortage of high ground to flee to. She felt quite safe within her mountain valley, and she could see the appeal to any wolf who stumbled across it as well.

Rhys went on to speak of a one-eyed man and Saena smirked. "You've met Warbone," she assumed, for having only one eye was not a trait common to many wolves. In retrospect, Saena knew of at least two—Warbone and Fox—but only the former garnered her respect for it. In the latter, she considered it a weakness. She supposed it was a weakness for Warbone as well, but she was ever biased, and he had strengths enough to outweigh it. "You found him to be a waste of your time?"

That didn't bode very well for Rhys as a potential recruit, but Saena wanted the confirmation from him. She was a wolf who easily misunderstood and mistook the intentions of others. It was wise of her to ask.