Phoenix Maplewood A record year for rainfall

It was the first time since seeking out Ukko that Saena left the den for longer than it took to find a drink or do her business. The Alpha female was bedraggled, her fur stuck up at all odd angles, and so before heeding her mate's call she took the time to groom flat the errant pieces of fur. There were bits still sticking up on her back and flanks, but there was simply no way to reach them without straining her healing rib, so she left them alone. Good enough, was her new attitude, coupled with a grumpiness that could set the whole world on edge.

She hobbled her way to the meeting spot, careful to heed Reek's advice that she not go prancing around the forest. The light of the sun was bright and, having spent so much time cooped up in the den—not that she had to, she certainly felt a lot better and the pain was manageable, but there was a sort of depression lingering around Saena of late that made it easy to hide away—she had to squint as she moved out onto the open plain. The grove to the sound was as splendid as ever and she felt a chill race down her spine at the memory of what had happened there, and standing between it and her home was her pack.

Nearly all of the members were unfamiliar, but their ranks had swelled considerably. The Alpha female approached with posture high, trying to hide a grimace of pain as her side twinged a protest. None of these newbies knew who she was, presumably, but there was no mistaking her claim to authority in her stance. Still, she did not truly join the group, but went off to the side of Reek a little to seat herself and listen. She couldn't participate, the risk of re-injury was just too high, and that made her hunter's heart ache something fierce, but she had to trust Reek and these new wolves if she was going to return to her responsibilities anytime soon.

Her eyes wandered to Tavi and Desna, whom she did recognize, and she attempted a small smile for the pair of them.