Phoenix Maplewood darling, a bad romance

Her memory of him was a bold youth, brazen even, and what she was met with instead was a sullen, gloomy creature. His aspect remained turned down for the entire breadth of his explanation, mirroring the way Saena felt about life and circumstance presently, and for a moment she entertained the thought that she was mistaken. But unlike faces, which were easily forgotten, a wolf never forgot a scent, and Casmir's matched the wolf she thought he was.

"Someone's a bit morose," she remarked sharply, stung by his less-than-pleased attitude toward her whilst not knowing in the slightest how justified he really was, but she wasn't in the mood to demand due respect from him on her borders. Instead, her shoulders slumped and her ears pulled back. "You're looking at her," she said a little glumly, matching Casmir's tone with her own, though she did manage a gesture over her shoulder and added, "and this is the forest." Brown and green with some splotches of snow hidden here and there, far from the splendid red of the maples in autumn. In spring, it wasn't special in the slightest.

But she wasn't done with him, because he had mentioned a relative and her mind immediately jumped to Peregrine. Perhaps this was Wildfire's littermate? In spite of her tentative relationship with Wildfire, though, she wanted nothing else to do with Peregrine ever again. "Who's your dad?" she asked, hackles poised to raise and flare if he confirmed her suspicions.