Phoenix Maplewood All the times that you rain on my parade

There was a moment where Saena wished for her health and strength back, so she could box Kael around the ears for his confident stride. In better days, she would not have faltered him for assuming she was some mangy stray on his pack's borders, but today she had the unreasonable expectation that, in spite of her absence, all would know that she ruled these woods. It wasn't really logical, but Saena was far from it. Despite her wishes, however, all she could manage was the slight lifting of her lip.

Kael seemed to suddenly understand, for his posture changed and she relaxed a little bit. She held her head up as he came near and lapped at her chin, but she was otherwise still, rigid from the pain and effort of standing and from her own strange discomfort with herself. Things weren't how they'd been before she left. She was a different wolf now, a harsher one, a more jaded one.

Nevertheless, she responded to his introduction: "I am Saena Redtail."