Phoenix Maplewood fast and furious

Saena has met few unsavoury folks in her time on this earth. Most of them are outwardly sinister and seem to lack subtlety, so it isn't difficult to tell immediately the type of wolf they are. She's met so few hidden dark personalities that, indeed, she considers most wolves to be good at first glance. The effort it must take to hide such a personality isn't worth it in her eyes. One is either outwardly vile or not vile at all as far as the yearling is concerned.

Or was, because the impression she gets from Antar is that he is neither good nor sinister. The superior lift of his lips does not go unnoticed by the reigning leader, whose eyes steel immediately and whose resolve grows prickly. A more volatile Saena might've immediately told him to get lost if he was going to smirk like that—it reminds her of Arion, who frequently needs reminding that he is beneath her and Reek—but she holds her ground and tongue for now, giving the lone wolf time to speak. Ukko seems to accept his words readily and begins to tell the male about the woods, but the alpha female, having caught that condescending twitch of his lips, requires a great deal more convincing.

"What makes you think poison is even remotely useful to wolves who can smell it? And why should anyone trust someone who uses poison to do their dirty work?" she blurts out. She's unable to keep herself from saying these harsh words; her judgment of his trade comes down like a lightning bolt, and she unfairly turns it against him when he mentions gathering intel on other packs as well. She's developed a great appreciation and respect for medicine and the art of healing from observing her aunt, Blue Willow, and her mate and Citali at their work. But she does not hold the same respect for wolves who use it as a weapon in lieu of their own teeth and claws. Poison is the weapon of a snake, and that is how she sees Antar with the admission that he also infiltrates other packs: a serpent who would stab her and her fellows in the back the second he got the chance. Who's to say he wasn't here infiltrating for somebody else? That's why he smirked before, she's certain of it. Because he sees an opportunity here or is on some sort of job. But Saena fancies herself smarter than him and stares him down, silently demanding that he say something to make himself seem even slightly trustworthy, lest she turn him away for presenting himself as a snake who cannot be trusted.