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Wildfire's words confused Saena. While she hadn't forgotten her vow to attack any wolf who came near her pack reeking of Peregrine or Fox due to the attack on her own life so long ago, Saena had forgotten she threatened to attack any Redhawk wolf in the entire taiga, and she hardly counted Wildfire among them anyway. The girl resembled Fox in ways that sometimes made Saena's stomach turn nervously, but her half-sister had never threatened her in any way. It couldn't be clearer that Wildfire didn't share her mother's aggressive ideals, and so she was exempt from Saena's own ruling. The submissive posture and breathed words seemed unusual and stopped the pregnant alpha in her tracks.

"You're not trespassing," she pointed out. They were getting close to the maplewood and in her state Saena had every right to be defensive here, but there was no cause. She knew who Wildfire was and sincerely doubted foul play. Nevertheless, she didn't comfortably seat herself as she might've with an old friend, but stood sidelong. Her face scrunched as the breeze picked up and she noted, "you smell different." In fact, it was strange indeed for Wildfire to be here when the caldera was miles and miles to the south. Saena knew the girl was a scout, but she also pegged Wildfire as a family loyalist. It didn't make sense for Wildfire to be so far from her southron pack and smelling like something else entirely, and that thought piqued Saena's interest immediately.

"What brings you all the way up here?" she wondered aloud, genuinely curious to hear of something unrelated to the Dragons across the river and her hedonistic ex-mate.