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Saena's ears drooped before Wildfire ever got to politely declining the invitation. The red-haired wolf hardly needed to add it; the moment she said the offer was appreciated, Saena already anticipated the "but" hidden in the words. She wasn't often perceptive but this one was easy enough to pick up on. Wildfire went on to ease the sting of rejection by claiming the maplewood would be her first choice when she was ready, and had Saena a tail, she would've swept it in acceptance of this.

"I understand," she said, even though she really didn't. Saena hadn't gone more than a couple weeks in her life without being part of a pack. The call of the wild wasn't a siren song for her. Having a home to return to was, it seemed, of paramount importance to her, whereas Wildfire was a true blue explorer.

When asked about the names, she bobbed her head. "Indra and Milo," she shared, feeling an awkward pang at mention of the latter. If she was even the slightest bit creative, she'd come up with another name for any male pups she might have to spare herself the memory of Reek, but she had nothing. "And I don't know what to call them if there are more," she said, pinching her lips together thoughtfully. She was banking on there only be one or two, though, and didn't attempt to think up any more than what she already had.