Noctisardor Bypass Falling fast to the ground

A friend. A friend from months ago, allegedly. While Saena secretly thought this was the most bullshit reason in the world to decline a pack's recruitment, she was careful to smooth her features and keep any hint of judgment hidden away. Whether she thought his reason was good or not, Alastor had it, and that was all he needed. It indicated that her work here was done, and since she had little interest in the crumbled wall they stood on, she was about ready to conclude their meeting.

"Sounds like he must be a very important friend," she thought. Saena wouldn't likely make such a commitment for any of her friends. Her mate was probably the only one she would ever actively work to stay close to. She was much too used to seeing others leave to make promises to anyone else. "Well, I hope he's still there then, and I hope you find somewhere closer. I'm sorry to cut this short, but I should probably get back home soon."

She waited briefly, giving him the chance to add anything he might, before saying, "see you 'round, Alastor," and turning back toward the maplewood.