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The kind that treats their members as family. That was an awfully strange answer. Saena had only limited experience, having been born in one pack and led another, but from that limited experience she expected that all packs acted as family. Blacktail Deer Plateau certainly had except for the outliers, like Koda, that acted like strangers. Redtail Rise had as well, and it was her hope that Phoenix Maplewood would continue that trend. A pack that didn't treat each other as family was hardly a pack at all.

It made her wonder why Vega would answer that way at all. "Did you know a pack that didn't?" she asked with a furrow in her brow, unable to quell her curiosity. Such a pack must not have many in its ranks, and if Vega knew of it, then no doubt being alone was better. "I've never known one that didn't. Mine certainly strives to, as all should." What other selling point did any pack have? A pack was a pack was a pack, in Saena's eyes, and it boiled down to the kind of company you liked to keep. Those of Phoenix Maplewood were certainly misfits in the eyes of society, but all were united by the desire for a new life apart from their past. Saena herself did a poor job of letting go, but the others were admirable in their pursuit of beginning fresh. Yet they were family in a hodgepodge sort of way.