Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

"You don't say," teased Saena. It was only natural that such an abnormality could spur a conversation out of nothing; it had done so here. Her absentminded gaze passed over the gloomy trees that surrounded them as she searched for a new topic. His voice pulled her easily back from her search, though, and reminded her that she was unique as well, but in different ways.

With no means of seeing her own reflection, Saena often forgot that her markings weren't commonplace. "My dad was red," she said, her tone nearly dismissive of Kisu's memory, "but I'm not sure where the pattern came from. He was a pretty normal looking wolf. I never saw my mom, though." It was easy enough to conclude that Pied was the source of her unusual spots and of Pura's freckles. It might not be that simple, though. Genetics were tricky and far beyond the fathoming of a wolf like Saena.

"The tail, though, that's easier. A dog ate it." She realized this sounded ridiculous, and so she tacked on a good-natured, "literally, ripped it off and ate it." Okay, so she hadn't seen Dogmeat eating her tail, but she wholeheartedly believed that every dog was a cannibal, so it made sense that the bushier half of her hind end hadn't gone to waste.