After having accepted Sadie into the pack, the serpent had set out once more on a journey of sorts. She'd started to test her boundaries, seeing how far she could go and how long she could stay away before @Depp came searching. To her, it was a game, something meant to bring her amusement for the time being. Eventually, however, it would become something of a job. To travel and keep away for a long period of time, so that perhaps she could birth and then kill the children in peace. Oh, how she wished that would happen, that things would go as planned. Already she was at the point in which she just wished them out, her instincts of self-preservation driving her to remove from her body the parasites that plagued it, conflicting with the maternal instincts she was (unknowingly) developing. Of course, she still had quite some time to go before that would happen, but that didn't prevent her from desiring it.

Sen had traveled eastward, crossing into the marsh and then continuing through to the plains that laid beyond it. The two locations were ones she'd often found herself frequenting, though this time she would be certain to push herself further. It'd felt like ages since she'd last trekked over long distances, and the woman found herself craving a grand adventure of sorts. As she made her way through the plains, however, she'd wondered if she might have to put it off, for a scent had captured her attention. Without having really planned to do so, she'd followed it, brining her upon a male. Silently, she'd questioned whether or not he still lived, and was then answered by the rise and fall of his side. Damn. "Laying out in the open like that is a good way to get yourself killed," she'd stated, keeping back a short ways, eying the stranger. Honestly, she didn't care whether he lived or died, but why pass up a conversation?

Originally, she'd only been looking to toy around with the male. Perhaps push him a little, press his buttons, then leave with the empty promise to return. When he'd started to speak, however, her intentions changed. He was soft, defeated, and ripe for the picking. On him her skills could be used, and perhaps she could get something worthwhile out of it. Of course, that might mean having to stop back at the ravine early, but what would that matter if she'd returned with a menial for herself in tow? The notion alone was enticing enough, making her crave the actual event. Her mind had been made up, and then in a matter of seconds, her entire demeanor had changed. Shifted from that of an annoyed serpent to a doting stranger—honestly, the persona she'd taken on made her want to vomit, but it was all for the greater good. As long as she kept herself in check long enough, perhaps the male could be coaxed into following her away from the plains, and right back to her pack.

"Oh, that's awful," she'd noted, shaking her head slowly before resting her gaze back on him. Concern had twisted itself onto her face, even managing to reach her eyes as she looked upon him. "There are other packs out there, though. Plenty of them, actually, and any one of them would definitely love to welcome you into their home." Gag. To play nice was not something she enjoyed doing, but damn, had she gotten good at it over the years. When he'd started to bite at himself, she resisted the urge to turn her nose up at him, focusing instead on her current goal. Thankfully, he'd soon stopped, only to then start speaking. Had enough words not already been exchanged? Seemingly, no. "A traitor? I doubt you are one. Perhaps you just weren't hanging around with the right type of wolves." A single step was taken in his direction, a smile adorning her face as she'd attempted to soothe his troubled mind. Her act was disrupted, however, but a familiar presence.

It was Warbone, she'd recognized him the moment they'd locked gazes, and could only hope that he wouldn't ruin things for her. Though, given his words, it seemed as if he knew the injured boy, which would surely make her task all the more difficult. Still, she would not give up, quickly having returned her attention to the stranger. She would have him following her, that she was certain of.

It was with burning curiosity that Sen had remained quiet, listening closely to the exchange between the two—rather, she was focused more on Warbone as he verbally tore into the boy, inwardly amused by his actions. Something had happened, but the full story was unknown to her. Even still, the woman's desire to drag the younger male back with her did not cease, and she felt certain that doing so might be far easier after the other alpha had concluded his words. An insult and then a threat, the equivalence of sweet nothings being whispered into her ear. She could feel the fur over her nape rising slightly, intrigued by what the future might hold for the stranger. Soon after, though, she'd corrected herself, remaining calm while wearing a false mask of worry. Between the males her gaze had lingered, trailing back and forth, before finally settling down upon Esaro after the other had left. To his home, she presumed, but made no move to follow or call out to him. Later, perhaps she might pay him a visit, though a solid decision to do so had not yet been made.

Slowly, Sen had stepped nearer to the other, eyeing him as she did so. "Esaro, if I heard right?" she'd voiced, wishing to draw his attention back to her. "If a teacher is what you need, then perhaps you might be more interested in giving me a chance than him? I can offer you a home throughout the duration of your lessons, too." An offer had been made, her cards laid out across the table. Even if denied initially, however, she would not be so quick to give up. One way or another, the serpent would obtain for herself a proper servant, and the male before her now was the only one she'd met that fit her criteria. Already, he appeared to be broken, saddened and lost, which would leave her with little more work to do. And, with Sen being Sen, the quicker route around things was almost always the first one taken.