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Saena nods mutely, but finds she has no words for the way she feels about who fathered her litter. If she could change it somehow she would, but the reality is known to her and there's no point voicing desires she can't attain. Her own ears follow suit with Wildfire's as she briefly wallows in their joint misery, but when her half-sibling speaks again, Saena meets it with a snort and a grimace.

"In my experience, yes," she answers without hesitation. If she truly thought about it for any length of time, she would realize that the number of pieces of shit she's met in her life is quite small. A handful, maybe, of wolves whose behaviour is unforgivable. Yet that handful of assholes has the biggest impact, and her focus is solely on them in her darkest moments. "Some women too," she mutters, but it's also been her experience that it's usually men, as Wildfire has regrettably learned for herself.

She supposes that's inevitable, though. If men are frequently pieces of shit, it's only a matter of time before any female wolf draws that conclusion from her own experiences.

Wildfire's offer pulls a grateful warmth to Saena's eyes, but she ultimately declines. "There's enough here," she says dismissively, "you should keep whatever you catch for yourself." She doesn't realize the assumption she's made until she says it, and pockets it for a moment when Tavi's name comes up. Her jaw sets and her lips morph into a hard line, but she manages to say, "yeah, right before she stole him." Well, that cat's out of the bag. She didn't intend to bring up the other woman, and sheepishly peers elsewhere for a moment.

"I mean... nevermind. So are you alone now?" she asks in a desperate bid to change the topic, and also because the idea of Wildfire being a lone wolf both worries Saena and interests her.