Noctisardor Bypass Falling fast to the ground

Saena lifted a brow when Alastor admitted that he had not only seen the bypass when it was whole, but had lived in it. It seemed like a decent locale for a pack, though a lot of its area was now taken up by rubble. It was tragic, almost as tragic as the loss of Redtail Rise, but the pack must've been gone long before the land's collapse. A good thing, too; any wolf who had sought shelter in the shadow of the cliffs would not have survived.

"I'm sorry it's gone," she said. The sentiment was mostly sympathetic; she had no ties to Noctisardor Bypass nor the wolves that lived there, so it was hard to make it truly heartfelt. Nevertheless, Saena was usually a gentle soul and knew she would be devastated if anything ever happened to Blacktail Deer Plateau. Hell, she was devastated by the loss of Redtail Rise, which had had far less sentimental value even though it was her claim. She didn't show it outwardly so readily as others might expect, but her heart ached for it just the same, as she imagined Alastor's must for his ruined home as well.

Even though he currently lacked a home, Alastor didn't seem overly committed to finding a new one based on his response. Saena was a little disappointed that she hadn't hooked him in immediately, but he offered up an opportunity and she was happy to oblige. "We're mostly a pack of wolves that had rough beginnings," she told him. "Or some bad luck in their lives. It's a pack for starting fresh. It was founded with that intent in mind and it continues to serve as a home for wolves who need to start their lives over, put the past behind them as best they can. Almost everyone that lives there is driven and almost everyone is kind." Almost everyone. Most of them were rough around the edges, too, well-meaning miscreants. That was a product of circumstance, surely.

"We just recently started over, too. Our former land caught fire the night of the storm." It was an easy assumption that Alastor had also witnessed the tornado or its aftermath. She often forgot that not all wolves hung around these parts all the time, and not all wolves knew exactly what went on outside their own front doors.