Phoenix Maplewood But in his car or in his arms a dream can mean anything

Chosovi hadn't any idea what the mate of Saena looked like, and so as she moved toward the border after having heard someone call for her, and she came upon the man, her eyes were kind and warm if not a little inspector-esque, as though if she looked hard enough at every inch of his unattractive frame she might glean some info off of him. As it were, she learned nothing by the look of him except he was hella ugly, and that was fine by her, because it wasn't like she was queen of the goodlooking women. Not that she was bad looking. Average was fine. As she looked at the wiry figure ahead of her, she counted her blessings. Better than that, at least.

At his feet was a dead fox, and Chosovi marched right on over to him with a lifted tail. Hey. Saena's busy right now. Who're you? I'll tell her you came and I'm sure she'll get back to you when she's able to. All this was said in earnest. Saena was a leader, so she was bound to be busy. No need to tell the other she was busy taking care of little kids. Her kids. And that due to that, the leader was in a semi-vulnerable position. Not really though, because Chosovi was sure the Maplewood wolves would take care of her. Heck, she knew that she would.