Rising Sun Valley Seasons come with Change

Saena nodded in agreement. Any wolf should be worried about dropping their guard. That was one of the simplest rules of the wild: never, ever relax. Tension and alertness came naturally to Saena, to the point that she didn't really notice it anymore. She supposed it was a good thing that Lacinia was similarly on guard. The younger female had been more interested in what Lacinia was focused on rather than why she was focused, but before she could elaborate, the woman was offering her... a massage?

Well, that's not creepy, thought Saena as her brow crinkled into a frown. "Uh, no thanks," she said warily, taking a careful step back in case Lacinia turned out to be a raving lunatic or something. Saena didn't even really know what a massage was, but its unfamiliarity coupled with the out-of-the-blue offer kept her from being tempted to find out. Luckily for her, the dark-haired loner rescinded the offer, allowing Saena the chance to relax just a little. Her eyes were still suspiciously narrowed, though, and her muscles were poised for flight if it became necessary.

"Fun? Huh," Saena said, clearly unsure that she agreed with the definition. What if a massage was some way of killing a wolf by ripping its scalp off or something? That's ridiculous, she chided herself. She was a healthy yearling, entirely capable of fending off an attacker, or so she liked to believe. In reality, Saena wasn't much of a fighter, but more of a runner, and her first instinct was always to run rather than to risk injury.

"Where do you come from?" Saena asked next, hoping to steer the conversation away from massages, whatever they were.