walkaway joe

She snorted, rolled her eyes, and said, "what, never compelled to lick tree juice? What kind of wolf are you?" Of course, the joke was that no sane wolf went around licking tree juice. It was actually Oliver who had first discovered the maple trees and how sweet they were. Admittedly, Saena had yet to lick one of them, but the smell was poignantly sweet everywhere in the forest. Probably sickening to some, but she enjoyed their unique aroma, and the colours bursting forth in the canopies were definitely worth enduring the maple sap.

"I think it's edible but I haven't tried it either. But if the sweet smell doesn't bother you, this is a lovely place to live." She tried to flick her tail, realized it wasn't there, and promptly sat down to avoid feeling like a total idiot. By now, Juniper probably thought she had the jitters, and she wasn't far off. Saena was miserable lately.

"I'm Saena, by the way," she introduced, doing her best to ignore the compulsion to twist her head around and gnaw at her shoulder. Talk about annoying. "This is Phoenix Maplewood. We're a small pack, but pretty tightly knit if I do say so myself." Would she have liked a larger pack? Hell yes. But Saena didn't get to choose. She only had to do her best, and that's what she tended to do, even if she was a little inexperienced and sometimes made poor choices. "So if small and close is your thing, well, we'd be happy to have you as long as you're not, y'know, a total mooch." She stuck her tongue out jokingly, though she was a little bit serious.