Totoka River On the sandy coast, windswept

Saena draws her breaths in short puffs. She's fearful of a locust lodging itself in her nostrils should an updraft of breath draw it there, and with so many clogging the sky, it's a distinct possibility as far as she knows. One lands at the base of her ear and she can hear its mandibles grinding and crunching whatever it has in its grasp. She gives a violent shake of her head, and in so doing, her vision comes 'round to a smokey figure in the near distance.

Saena freezes, anticipating a potential confrontation, but the wolf's approach is suggestive of a laid-back attitude, and his words go far to dissuade her uncertainty about a stranger. Saena's red-backed ears cup as she seeks the confidence of leadership and arranges her posture to tell of her rank and standing without outright flaunting it, but she's silent for a moment longer as she scrutinizes Rexxar. He's a lofty wolf, not unlike her father and Lasher in that sense, and her eyes are drawn to the dark smudges around his electric blue eyes. Not many wolves bear markings like her own, and it makes him stand out immediately.

Even without his unique appearance, however, Rexxar is memorable for his attitude toward the locusts, which pulls a grimace across Saena's face. She can't imagine eating one of them. The spindly legs sticking in her teeth, the clacking mandicles pulling at her tastebuds... she pulls a face and says, "they're all yours, have at 'em," with a sweep of her snout as if to give him the buffet. Yet in spite of how disgusting eating a bug sounds and in spite of her vivid, nausea-inducing imagery, Saena is curious, and when she thinks Rexxar isn't looking, she presses her tongue out the side of her mouth and makes an effort to wrap a flying locust up in it (and, of course, she fails at this).