Otter Creek Walk it off

The name Charon was vaguely familiar, but Saena couldn't quite recall her meeting with the freckled young boy at the shore. He looked so much like Pura that she muddied them in her head; her memory was of her brother, not his younger look-alike. Because she couldn't remember who he was, she made no comment about the dog, mostly because Ragnar had evidently disposed of it. The rest of what Gunnar said, though, Saena could certainly respond to.

"I think my dad would have done the same," she agreed. She couldn't think of any wolf worth their skin that would tolerate disrespect at the level Koda dished it out. Part of her believed now that the leadership of the plateau was weak and flawed beyond repair for that very reason. That wasn't true, and the bigger part of her knew it, but it was hard to look at them the same way knowing that crimes were going unpunished. Naturally, she lay most of the blame for that on Dante as the Alpha, though she'd never tell him that.

"Is it because of their beliefs?" Saena asked, recalling suddenly that they believed in different things than most wolves did. Saena hadn't had the pleasure of formally meeting either Thistle Cloud or Ragnar, and had forgotten all about the encounter with the cougar in which Thistle had made an appearance, but she fondly remembered the way Junior gushed about them upon her return. At the time, Junior had wanted to be a Shield Mistress, or something like that. "Do you... not believe the same things?" She could never guess that it just wasn't that simple. "You could always come with me if you want. The whole point is a new beginning, it sounds like you need one, too. I mean... if you trust me, that is. I won't pretend I know how to be a great leader or anything, but I'll be trying my damnedest."