Phoenix Maplewood butterfly in the storm

The truth of the matter was that Saena knew little of her subordinates' varied skills, but she wasn't about to let anyone know that. Her disconnect had been ill-timed and indeed the pack she now ruled alone was very much alien to her. She sought to correct it, but she also sought to hide it, and so she lifted her shoulders in a bit of a shrug.

"We've got our bases covered here," she said, which wasn't strictly a lie, "but if guarding happens to be your calling, we haven't anyone who specializes in it." Naturally the borders were well tended by wolves regardless whether they liked it or not, but it was the one thing she could call to mind. "Or if travel is more your thing, scouts are always welcome as well." It pained her to admit that her time scouting was going to be severely limited in the near future—perhaps to the point of impossibility—and so Saena was unlikely to maintain that particular skill. In light of that, she didn't mention her proficiency, but instead told Gaia, "I myself am a hunter, but if that's what you love doing there's always room for more." Especially with Tavi gone, but that thought came and went in the bitter blink of an eye.

She turned and gestured for the newest member of the maple wood pack to enter her new home. The usual interview would happen over the course of weeks rather than at this very moment and she felt confident that Gaia would pass it with flying colours, if she was as enthusiastic as she seemed here.