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Saena settled herself quietly behind the trees. She craned her neck so one indigo eye was situated in a fork so she could see the scene in part. There was something at her husband's feet, presumably a gift, that made Saena feel a little guilty for her behaviour. But instead of succumbing to it like she ought to have, the yearling stiffened her lip and grew rigid.

Her intent was to remain hidden, but the soft sound of their conversation reached through the trees and Lasher's last statement piqued her curiosity. However upset she was with him, however much she wanted to turn him and his good will away, news of a harsh winter was worth hearing. It took her a few moments to gather her wits, but then she stepped out from the trees into plain view of her mate and the plateau beta. Her eyes were not completely devoid of warmth as she descended a small rise to approach the pair, though she moved far closer to Reek than she did Lasher. Ordinarily she would've reached out to touch him affectionately, but she was closed off now, albeit her gaze held the slightest hint of culpability.

"What makes you say that?" she asked in a tone that was more business-like that casual. She didn't look at Reek, yet, but he probably felt her tension keenly. She wasn't ready to forgive the plateau for overlooking her. Not yet.