Redtail Rise when the arms yell, the laws are silent

Reek was back in a flash, soon enough to hear Arion's description of the lone wolf. Saena breathed a sigh of relief to know it wasn't some sort of assassination attempt, not that she believed Fox would ever stoop to that level. Still, it wasn't comforting to know someone would disrespect their borders and wolves so readily. In response to Reek's question, she pursed her lips and said, "should we? What if whoever we send gets hurt, too? If he comes back, he's dead, but I'm not sure if risking someone else's injury is worth going after a lowlife like that. What would you do, Arion?"

As far as she was concerned, so long as the creep wasn't anywhere near her doorstep, he could have his life. If he came back, though, it wouldn't be just one Warden he encountered, it would be the whole damn pack, and his life would not be his to gamble with any longer. Still, she valued the input of both of the males, but it was Arion she asked because Arion was a Warrior and would know the best course of action, as well as the chances they stood.

Silently, she watched as Reek began to work. She hadn't noticed at first, but when he set the leaf down, she spotted a fine tan powder nestled in the vein. She didn't understand how he'd procured it, being not a healer and a practical wolf all at once, but he seemed sure that it was effective. The way he applied it was something Saena had never seen before, either, and she found herself craning her neck to watch. When it touched Arion's wounds, she winced as well, imagining the pain that something so resembling sand might cause in a raw wound.