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Root, whispered the wind, though she knew it wasn't really the wind. Saena pricked her ears and turned her head, catching a glimpse of a faint, smoky jack rabbit in the corner of her vision. When she blinked, it was gone. She frowned in its direction, then shook her head. Why the spirits showed themselves and bestowed unhelpful wisdom on her at seemingly random intervals, she would never know. It was the first time one had "spoken", though she remembered vividly her dreams as a child and wondered if it was the first time they had communicated.

Where the rabbit once stood, now a wolf approached. She'd considered lipping one of the brightly coloured leaves, but knowing that it was the root that was useful prevented her. Maybe the leaves were poisonous. She couldn't think of any other reason why she, a naturalist with little interest in botany, should care that it was a root. Anyway, the approaching stranger drew her attention away from the wild radishes long enough for her to forget that plan entirely.

She was a dark woman, lofty and graceful for it. Even from a distance Saena could make out the lighter hair adorning her throat and underbelly. Much unlike the short, small but almost stocky Redtail. Far more beautiful, at least in figure. The alpha female slowly raised her head and swiveled her ears forward, gauging the other woman's intentions with the aid of an almost aloof posture. Rigid, but not so much as to suggest a threat. Cautious, if anything.

Indeed, her posture almost welcomed the other to come closer while simultaneously warning off any undesirable behaviour. She was, after all, an alpha wolf who exuded some amount of confidence; she relied on it to at least deter aggression if another was considering it. Vega didn't seem to be, for she barked across the distance, and Saena responded with a curious whine to announce that she was friendly enough.