Phoenix Maplewood taken away to the dark side

"Absolutely," the haggard mother replied. The name Goober would remain in the back of her mind for days to come, and should she catch a whiff of a wolf of that name, she would do her best to send him along. What they planned to do with him was no business of hers, and Saena didn't care enough to ask. She could guess, if the tale was true, and she had no desire to tempt fate by attempting to do anything about it herself, though the temptation was there. Spreading the Phoenix name around after doing something so heinous was a good way to make an enemy of the Phoenix wolves.

"Is there anything else I can do for you two?" she asked, brows drawn lightly up as she looked from the ruddy Goldhawk to the regal chocolate Frostfur. She had brimming caches she could offer, and not a lot else, but she would do so if required. Scimitar had remembered her and their alliance, tentative as it had been, and she was happy to repay the favour.