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Peregrine's explanation, though reasonable, did little to set aside Saena's feeling of abandonment. Maybe he felt he'd done the best he could for his family at the time, but he'd set into motion the undoing of most of their lives. They were in a better place now—Junior was Beta to a successful pack in the north, Tytonidae was living among those who accepted her oddities and absurdities, surely, and Saena was about to embark on a life-changing mission for herself—but she didn't feel it excused it.

She hadn't come to the plateau to blame him further, though, so she let the subject drop. "Okay," was all she said, simple and succinct, without a hint of passive-aggressiveness. There wasn't much else to say about it. She hadn't known he had slept just beyond the plateau that night, but even if she had, she wouldn't have gone to him. The blame was as much on herself as him, whether or not she was willing to accept or admit it.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask how you keep law and order in a pack," she said, abruptly changing topic yet again. "Part of the reason I left is because there was none there. Wolves were getting away with total disrespect toward superiors and, well... I couldn't run things that way, but I wasn't content to stay a subordinate." It was clear that Saena had the moral compass to lead a pack in a lawful manner, but some of what Osprey told her kept her from thinking that was all there was to it. A pack needed law and order, but it couldn't solely have that. It would be like a prison. It would be just as bad as having none whatsoever.

"How do you balance freedom with law? How do you decide when someone deserves punishment and when they don't? There were wolves at the plateau that wouldn't be there anymore if I led it, but Dante wasn't doing anything about them... so I left instead, but maybe that's the right way? How do you know you're doing it right?"