Felltree Marsh from the place the world forgot

It was true, her words. Sen could not blame her for wishing to take care of her own, lest she wish to earn the title of a hypocrite. Though, really, she'd yet to form a bond strong enough with her present home that would incite the need to look out for the lot of those within it... some, yes, but all, no. Nevertheless, it didn't really matter, since the other hadn't a clue as to what the serpent's relations were with her pack. "You're not wrong there," she'd returned, monotone and sporting a somewhat disinterested expression. For her to admit such was saying a lot, for it meant she'd been able to push past her own arrogance and admit that another's decision had been better than her own. Every detail of her thoughts in regard to the previous situation might never be shared, of course, but the notion was there.

"And who's scent was it? Do you even know?" A single, undefined eyebrow was quirked, though it would most likely have gone unnoticed even if it was identifiable. "Was it the scent of one of mine?" Ours, her mind had silently reminded her, not allowing Depp to drift far from her thoughts. It was troubling usually, but not so much so this time around. It felt almost necessary to make sure she wasn't thought of as the only leading figure, perhaps to better their image in the eyes of outsiders. In this case, though, it was to ensure that Thuringwethil did not forget that Sen was not alone, just in case any foul moves were attempted.