Bitterroot Valley Hubba bubba

Bearclaw Valley. She'd heard naught of the place and couldn't even have placed it in relation to her own pack. That was probably for the better, she thought. It wouldn't do to have non-wolfish wolves for neighbours. If they were capable of treating their own like outsiders, she couldn't imagine the attitude they would have toward those outside their boundaries. They might even give Redhawk Caldera a run for their money in that department.

She shook the thoughts away with a gentle shake of her head and cocked her ears for Vega's question. "Varied," Saena answered. "Our alpha male, Reek, is fun-loving. Sometimes a little bit of a prankster," she added, fondly remembering how he'd sent Oliver off to find nettles for no reason at all, though the thought of Oliver was tinged with melancholy. As far as she knew, he'd died in the fire. "We have Nochtli and Citali. I think they're sisters but I've never actually asked. One's a great healer, the other a great tracker, and both are wonderful for advice. The latter's sometimes a bit grumpy but she means well and they're both wise as all hell. Arion, the resident hothead, is our primary warrior. He can be a bit of an ass but it's usually all in good fun, and he's loyal to a fault. There's also Hawk." She paused here, then rolled her shoulders. "Hawk's new so I don't know much about him.

And myself, of course. Not too interesting compared to the rest of them, but I'm our main gamekeeper." At your service, she almost tacked on with a cheesy grin.