Fairspell Meadow Showered by the empty hopes

Burke proved to be persistent. And irritating. The female frowned darkly as he once again tried to pry for information about his son. Based on his word choice, the male was about as fond of Sebastian as she was, but if he thought that would give them kindred ground, he was wrong about that. His haste in spitting on his son's name and his constant questioning did nothing to foster trust and Saena wasn't about to aid a wolf with such a shady disposition. Besides, he looked just like Sebastian and she wasn't mature enough not to project some of her distaste onto him, unfair as it was. Her silence was answer enough: none of your business.

When he asked about Redhawk Caldera, Saena decided she'd had enough of his prying. She smoothly got to her feet and stooped over the carcass between her feet. "Why don't you go ask him yourself instead of bugging the shit out of me? I don't know anything about it." Now that Casmir was gone, there was no reason for her to hang around, and she wasn't having anymore of Burke's questioning. He gave off all kinds of bad signals just by pressing the issue. They weren't even acquainted and he was trying to get her to spill the beans.

Well, sadly for Burke, Saena had no beans to spill. What happened between Sebastian and her pack was their business, and beyond that, she knew nothing about the man. So she ducked her head, grabbed her beaver, and made to retreat back toward the north.