King Elk Forest if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail

Rexxar had a point. Saena almost grimaced at how depressing that point was. When a wolf favoured a branch over a hot-blooded creature that could flee, it was a sad time indeed. Yet she understood his logic and even accepted it. When he shoved the branch forward and her paws stilled their startled flurry on the ground, she crept nearer as if hoping his promise was true.

But of course it wasn't. It wasn't to settle her stomach that she snapped up the clean end of the stick in her jaws. It was for distraction. Travel had made her solemn and solitary even amongst her pack mates, and it had been ages since Saena had last joined in play. Everything seemed to be a conflict in her world, from Sebastian throwing her off a cliff as far as she knew to Sleeping Dragons bearing down upon her pack with all the savagery of barbarians. Hell, her mind was even so twisted by the stress and anticipation of conflict that Saena rewrote the events in her head to always be against her, and never realized the difference between them and reality.

With a growl, the Alpha female pulled back her head, giving the stick an experimental tug while her eyes sought Rexxar's reaction.