walkaway joe

They'd had a lot of callers of late. Saena wasn't ungrateful, but she would be lying if the frequent visits to their borderlands weren't grating on both her nerves and her injuries. With assurance that the bear was no longer in the vicinity of their pack, the alpha had finally heeded Citali's advice and attempted to rest, but between the persistent itching under her coat and the need to attend every caller personally, she hadn't had much time for that.

The lead bitch, however injured she was, refused to let others handle her responsibilities for her. Reek could've easily done all of it, but she stubbornly refused that, too, and so she was heading for the borders once more at a hobble, grumbling and whining all the way.

When she finally walked into the cloud of Juniper's scent, she did her best to smooth her features into an implacable mask. It was imperfect. Tension still pinched the corners of her eyes and the bridge of her nose and her eyes were wild with pain. Her shoulder twitched as an itch began there but she had to ignore it, for rounding the next maple tree revealed the summoner.

She was a lanky, tall creature wrapped in a blonde coat. She was the first blonde wolf Saena had seen in a very long time. That alone made her memorable. If that wasn't enough, then the dual-toned eyes, a reminder of Junior in a way, certainly were. Juniper could be sure she wouldn't soon be forgotten, whether good or bad.

Unable to lift her absent tail, the alpha pitched her ears forward at an angle that was more sharp and commanding than usual (to make up for said missing tail), and she lifted a brow expectantly. The ball was in Juniper's court, and all Saena had to do was fight off the urge to roll on the ground to relieve her intensely itchy back.