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Saena was as surprised as she was impressed that Rigr allowed her to mount him. She held his hips for only a moment before sliding back to the ground, having satisfactorily established herself as his superior. He'd made no threatening moves, which was a good sign. It meant he wasn't stupid or overly bold and brazen. She had to wonder if he would allow her the same luxury if he wasn't knee-deep in her territory, but it didn't really matter, she supposed. That's exactly where they were.

"Good," she assessed as she limped back to a more comfortable place, several feet from Rigr's head. "I'm glad you can behave." There were just so many wolves in the world incapable of it, whether because they were prideful or because they thought differently than they should. Saena was learning quickly that overt expressions of dominance were not required with those who truly knew what it was to be a wolf, and those from whom due respect must be demanded were not truly wolves. Rigr fell into the former category based on his actions here.

"If you want to get to the other side, I can escort you past the pack, and you'd be free to carry on alone after that," she offered, tilting her head to glance at him slyly, "or you can stop here, socialize for a bit. I'm sure they'd like to meet you themselves." Another test, of course. Rigr had received the leading female's attention well enough, but there was much more to becoming a pack wolf than simply heeding the leader. She didn't even know if Rigr wanted any such thing, and it was a leap of faith to even suggest it, but Saena wasn't one to pass up a wolf who seemed capable of accepting her brand of intimidation without retaliation, whether or not he was truly intimidated. Besides, she needed a bit of a breather before walking any distance in her completely torn up condition.