The Sentinels I dream about her, but we have never met

Saena wondered if Casmir had felt the same as she when she first left Blacktail Deer Plateau. Their reasons were surely different, but after securing the votes of Blue Willow and Lasher only to realize that Dante was unlikely to ever allow her to lead with him, her reasons for staying had been minimal. In spite of being the only remaining heir to the plateau pack, Saena had seen no intent to hand the reins over to her as should rightly have been done. Perhaps that was for the best, though the yearling had had no trouble securing a pack of her own and winning the loyalty of her followers. Even now, the thought of Dante put a bitter taste in her mouth.

But that taste did not come with thoughts of Lasher. However she felt about the man she still assumed led the pack, Saena knew she could count on the others. "I'll tell him," she promised, and when the druid expressed relief that she'd felt safe enough to come to him, Saena blinked and answered, "you are the only ones I can trust." Even if she'd done nothing to earn their confidence. She couldn't trust anyone else in the wilds. Redhawk Caldera owned the southeast as far as she knew, and they were murderous monsters there. The dragons owned the north now, with Reek serving at their feet, and neither of those were trustworthy. She could trust Scimitar, but she knew nothing of his pack and the name of the forest he'd stated held no familiarity. The rest of the wilds was unknown to her.

And she would prefer it to stay that way, truth be told.