Phoenix Maplewood It's all part of a grander plan

"Maybe," Saena said tiredly, as if the very topic of needing to fight was exhausting. She didn't understand his view of the world—either everyone was singing Kumbaya or everyone was fighting, at least according to Esaro, according to Saena—but he was certainly a high stress individual to believe the things he did. "I don't think it'll come to that if we just leave them alone and don't provoke them, provided they don't provoke me," she added, though she knew if it did come to a fight, her pack had a higher chance of succeeding. She had friends in the wilds, even if she also had enemies.

"Have you asked them?" she wondered, turning her head to gaze at him directly. From what little she knew of Esaro, he seemed to be an avoider. She wouldn't be surprised if he had never asked and was merely assuming. "I used to be a warden. I can't help now, but maybe when the pups are grown up a bit, I could try to help you." That would be a long way off, though, so Esaro would need to find another partner to spar with in the meantime. She almost suggested Arion, but that man was so absent around the pack that she expected him to just up and leave one day. Hell, he probably already had.