walkaway joe

When Juniper swore and ducked her head, Saena turned her own to look past her own shoulder with a pang of anxiety. She half-expected to see Morran flying out of the woods at her, but there was nothing there, and only then did the leading bitch realize it was her that Juniper was shocked about. "What?" she asked flatly even as the blonde wolf stammered out a sort of apology. "Never seen a war veteran before?" She let that hang in the air a few moments, then snorted with something akin to mirth in her eyes.

"I'm kidding. I've never been in a war. A bear just couldn't get enough of my ass. I can't blame it," she tried to joke, though it fell flat at the end, as if it was still a little too painful to make light of. Well, at least she tried. "And nah, no help needed here, unless you can sew on a new tail by any chance." That was ridiculous, of course, so in other words, Juniper couldn't help her. But, "I can help you, though, right? You called for us?"