Redtail Rise worn out your welcome

She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his previous question made her stomach roil uncomfortably. Her throat burned and she realized her eyes were moist. Arion was a founding member of Redtail Rise and as far as Saena was concerned, he was family. The last thing they—no, the last thing she needed was for him to leave without telling her what she'd done wrong. Of course it had to be something she'd done. It was her first conclusion in this insecure moment.

"I guess not," she said, defeated. "But when you've had as many wolves leave as I have, you start to appreciate knowing it's not because of you." She didn't mean to guilt trip him, but she was. She was still a bit too young to be above that. Let Arion know he would become one wolf on a steadily growing list of wolves who had left without a compelling reason. Let that change his mind, she thought with a brief flare of anger.

There was that internal dialogue in the back of her head that desperately wanted to come forward. That part of her that wanted to tell him to go fuck himself for being like this. The part of her that vehemently hated Peregrine and Hawkeye and Kisu. But perhaps Saena was growing up after all, because for once that voice didn't win out. Instead, she hung her head and tried not to sob.