Silver Moraine So peel away the bark

For a brief second, Saena felt a pull toward the amazon as Nochtli stepped away. Like a young child she very nearly followed, keen on keeping close contact for the time being while her heart pounded fear through her bloodstream. But when Nochtli only went a couple steps ahead and then led the way, the alpha forced herself to calm down. Such a bout of separation anxiety was unusual for her, but perhaps it was the largest effect of fear on her.

She stepped carefully in the dark-haired tracker's wake, and only lifted her head when the woman mentioned Tyrr. "Whatever happened to him?" she wondered. She'd know the amazons had left their previous pack willingly, but the details of it were foggy to her. In fact, she wasn't sure she'd ever asked, nor did she think Citali or Nochtli would freely speak of it. But what became of that leader, well, they might be willing to elaborate on that a little. It was certainly better than focusing on her splitting headache, the unsteady feel of her gait or the hole in her memory.

"Thanks," Saena said quietly in response to Nochtli's last words. She was shocked to hear it, if only because their pack was so small that at times she doubted herself. Still, "I hope I can do well by you two," was perhaps one of her greatest wishes at present.