Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

Saena chose to share more about Peregrine, and as she did so she had Luke's unwavering attention. He listened with the utmost of patience, and her lingering bitterness of the past was not lost on him, so evident was in her tone and diction. Certainly it did not sound like the dark Alpha had done right by his plateau family when he left to start a new family at the caldera, and the blue-nosed wolf could understand then how Saena might not consider him family any more for it. But Luke's judgement was reserved for his own experience, not someone elses, and so although it did not please him to hear this history, it would not change how he thought of his companion.

His expression was one of warm compassion when he responded. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, and although the words were a cliche they were sincerely spoken. "All I can say is it's not much fun to let yesterday darken a new day," his tail wagged gently. Saena might not stew on her bitterness but it was there, and Luke knew it was better to let it go. "For better or for worse, everything we go through shapes what we become and, well, you seem like a strong and ambitious young woman with a promising future." Luke gave her a friendly wink. She was but a yearling, but the white wolf was certain he was looking at a future Alpha at the helm of her own pack with the respect of her followers. She did not appear to possess the immaturity of youth that some had, she seemed very seasoned in fact.

"If Peregrine had been Mr. Perfect, maybe you would have turned out to be a spoiled brat," he joked, reaching out to affirm his jest with a companionable nudge to her shoulder.