Whitefish River I feel like prey, I feel like praying

Desna was hesitant to approach while she was looking at Saena and her struggles to keep the pups from exploring. She remembered herself when she was small, she had been the adventurer and did wander in all sorts of directions. Saena had told her that she was a scout so Desna had the feeling that these pups were most likey the same as their mother. Desna approached at a submissive pose, not really wanting Saena's fangs against her skin. Though the young female figured she was less of a threat than strangers.

The young female however had recognized the white tip of silver tip mountain... She kind of wanted to see Mason but she also didn't want to loose her pack. Once they settled she might visit him. It wasn't like males could be trusted.... right? "Hi Saena," she greeted. "Do you need and extra set of eyes to watch them?"