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Not anymore, said Renoir, revealing that there must've been a place once before. Saena knew the feeling, though gave no indication of empathy or understanding. Although the maplewood was now the most cherished of locations for the Alpha, she felt the keen cut of loss when Redtail Rise went up in flames, and remembered it with a wrench of the heart. Renoir said nothing of specifics, but she hoped his loss was not as sudden and final as hers once was.

She thought she should say something, but Renoir spared Saena the awkwardness when he dismissed himself politely. "Nice to meet you," she declared, even if their meeting had a rocky beginning. The woman-boy was charming and gentle-mannered, a nice change from the wolves surrounding her of late. To his offer (or request?), Saena merely said, "maybe," because she'd long since learned that absolutes were unwise to state, and she shared Renoir's train of thought. The Phoenix pack didn't tend to entertain guests, but perhaps Renoir could be persuaded to stay should he wander back this way.

With a light dip of her head and a chuff in farewell, the Alpha turned back the way she came and waddled for the warmth and comfort of home.