Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

Redtail Plateau. Maybe the place she found would adopt that name. It was narcissistic, she thought, to call the entire plateau after her own red tail, but that was the only way it would make sense. That birds with red tails existed escaped her memory, and naming it after foxes would only turn her against the territory. Although her father's mate was definitely not a fox, she bore the name and was as bad as one in Saena's haughty opinion.

"You live so in the moment," Saena commented, gathering that from his uncertainty of his own plans. She was definitely a planner herself. She couldn't remember ever having done anything overtly spontaneous. "I couldn't do that. I need to have some semblance of a plan before I begin, otherwise I don't know what to aim for." Luke's philosophy could very well mean he never disappointed himself, though. There were perks to both.

"I think I will be," Saena said confidently. "If not of my home pack, then of a pack of my own creation. I want to lead like my parents before me did." Blacktail Deer Plateau was a good, strong pack once. It was a good, strong pack to this day, but the things its leadership stood for had drastically changed. She wanted to become the founder of a pack that was like the old plateau, but it was clear from her current standing as a plateau wolf that she hadn't entirely figured it out yet.