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Saena seemed to know her wolves in a more intricate manner – something that pulled a longing in Vega, Her tail gave a light sweep through the air as she contemplated – knowing that even the brief descriptions of the pale she-wolf’s pack mates could not bring reassurance to the uncertainty she felt. Yet she had leapt in to two other packs without much thought – and thus far held no luck.
 
She didn’t know what else to do – aside from creating a pack of her own, the ebony wolf was at a loss. With a small nod, she bowed her muzzle more respectfully now, submitting to the wolf who would now be considered her dominant female. “I would like to take you up on your offer,” she spoke, her tone hushed as she felt a twinge of nervousness flutter within her.
 
This would be the last attempt to integrate to another’s ruling. If it failed.. she would seek to start her own empire.