Kintla Flatlands This woman is my destiny

"I know that," Saena said softly, but firmly. She'd lived long enough to know that holding in her bitterness over Peregrine's abandonment was destructive, but she couldn't help it sometimes. She couldn't imagine truly forgiving him, so there was nowhere for her lingering sadness to go but inward. It was like a cancer on her heart, but not one she hadn't learned to live with. "I know. You're not smothering me, it's just... knowing I need to and actually being able to drop it are very different things."

She chewed on her lower lip for a second, then finally said, "thanks for understanding. I didn't mean to get into that shit, it's just... yeah." She didn't have an explanation for it. Sometimes Saena had to just blurt things out. It was a trait that carried over from her youth, her penchant for gossip and talking behind other wolves' backs. She tried hard not to do it, but always came back to the same issues again and again. She had more daddy problems than she really believed, which she sadly let onto inappropriately.

"How do you know him?" she asked, eager to move onto something else, even if it still resembled talk of her father in a fashion. It didn't involve her, which made her feel much less vulnerable about it.