Redtail Rise honey and sulphur

Saena was on another endless patrol, easily the thirtieth since Junior's departure six days ago, when Lasher called out across the ridge for her. Her heart leapt into her throat at the sound of his voice, unmistakable even in the time apart, and she went to him without any hesitation. She was practically galloping down the slope by the time she spotted him, the same Lasher as always, gentle and kind even in his stance.

Her dominance was not overstated. Once, this very man told her that he did not demand respect. Saena took that lesson to heart and did the same, as best she could. She demanded it from none of her followers, though she always kept her ears proudly forward and what remained of her tail cocked just a little bit. Only if necessary would she ever show it to them in any great measure. Lasher was an outsider, but also family; she relaxed herself more than usual for him, but still slightly less than when around her pack mates.

"Lasher," Saena breathed, closing the distance between them to nudge him fondly if he permitted. Without giving him time to even state why he was there, she quickly asked with concern bright in her eyes, "you haven't seen Junior lately, have you?"