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A breeze toyed with the longer fur on Saena's shoulders, momentarily distracting her from noticing any of Peregrine's expressions. When her attention returned, he was taking a seat. It was clear from his demeanour that he was expecting an explanation. Saena hadn't prepared for that—she'd mostly expected her father to understand what she was apologizing for—and so she chewed on her lip for one second, then sat down as well.

"For, well..." she trailed off, composed herself, and continued with, "for being a jerk for the last six months." Her interaction with Peregrine was nonexistent, yet in a way, shunning him had probably weighed on him. At least, Saena thought it must have. She would've been crushed, admittedly, to know that wasn't really the case at all, or to know that most of his pack mates didn't even know he had an older litter, but that wasn't something she would ever learn. "I thought you leaving the plateau was the worst decision in the world. I thought it meant you didn't love us anymore.

Now I know you had to." It certainly didn't excuse his disregard for his kids in making the decision, or what Saena believed was disregard, but she understood all the same. "And, well, I've left too. On better terms," she was quick to add in case there was concern, simultaneously reminding him that she hadn't followed in his footsteps in hastily excusing herself from the pack, "but there are just too many things happening that I can't agree with, and it was tearing me apart to stay there and keep my mouth shut. I'm hoping to start something for myself eventually."