Phoenix Maplewood Lost in skies of powdered gold

She took an extended moment to rub the side of her face against Reek's neck in an effort to seed him with her scent once more. Only when he agreed to hunt did she set off from his side, travelling along the same path she'd been on when he found her. While one ear remained perpetually forward-cocked, the other was trained on her mate, along with one eye. It seemed his journey south had gone smoothly, judging from both his response and his state. That was good, because if Reek had returned blooded in any way, southron heads would roll.

"Oh, really?" she mused with a start when Reek mentioned Wildfire. Having met Pantaleimon, Saena was admittedly uninterestes in affairs concerning him—she'd judged him an inept imbecile and while she would never begrudge Reek his relationships, she secretly thought associating with Pantaleimon was a good way to lower your IQ—but she had no such ill thoughts about Wildfire. She'd made the girl uncomfortable on their last meeting. She hadn't meant to and regretted it, but she would remember that Wildfire had not immediately decided she was evil (or so she thought) and had some hope for being unlike her parents.

"I met her once," Saena revealed, pausing to sniff at the base of a tree for a moment, "when I went on my last trip. I made a total ass of myself, ended up coming home not long after instead of what I'd gone to do." She licked her chops and glanced at Reek, then sighed. "Did she say anything about it? I couldn't help the word vomit. Her parents..." Saena didn't think she needed to say anything else on that subject. Reek knew how she felt about Fox and Peregrine very well, as well as her reasons for it. "I don't doubt she thinks I'm a piece of shit."