Phoenix Maplewood A temper set for tender

Saena chuckled, then winced as her injured rib protested against it. She was brought back to reality just that quickly, though she did mumble an affectionate, "sure, but don't you go dying on me." It was more likely that she would be the first of the pair to die, anyway. She seemed to have a knack for trouble and being hurt was basically normal nowadays. Someday she wouldn't be so lucky and would probably fall to infection or fever or shock. For now, she was grateful to still be alive after Sebastian had chased her.

"Let's nap," pleaded Saena, who still didn't want to go out into the light of day and face the plethora of pack mates she knew nothing about. Learning their names and faces was a task for another day and the alpha female was loathe to leave the comfortable confines of the den, whether or not she was a little depressed.