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Several days. Not too bad, but certainly further than Saena expected. Several days put it outside the main mountain range, and her memory of what lay beyond was too fuzzy for her to remember the peak opposite the plateau she was born on. She shook the thought away, focusing instead on Desna's story, and her brows rose when the yearling spoke of entering the pack's territory.

"You're lucky they're so welcoming," said Saena, who knew she could never open her borders up to visitors. "My birth pack sometimes did that," she shared, remembering Finley with a grimace, "but it never turned out well." That was somewhat of a lie, but from her perspective, Finley's stay at the plateau had only worsened problems at the time. She barely remembered what the woman looked like, though, so for Saena it was old news now.

"Your friend is older than you, then?" she assumed, solely based on his position. She couldn't help but wonder if it was a wolf she'd ever met, and if he was an agemate of hers. That Mason could be a yearling went over her head, for although Saena founded her pack as a yearling, her views had changed much since then.