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Knowing as little as you do about me, said Sansa, but Saena figured she could tell a good bit about the red-and-white woman on body language and first impressions alone. "You are not prideful," pointed out the lead female, "and that tells me a lot." There were many a prideful creature in the world. Saena was one of them. Yet that pride was often misplaced and transformed into arrogance, something that Sansa seemed to lack completely. Oh, there was time for second impressions and perhaps the true nature of the woman was not as it initially seemed, but Saena was more than willing to find out.

Not so for Althaia, however, and were the grey loner not such a strange wolf, she would've found her neck between Saena's jaws. As it were, when the leading female's head whipped around to spot the woman dragging her paws across the ground in challenge, her lips skimmed back and her carefully controlled temper flared. She took five quick, choppy steps to close the distance, but before she could lunge and strike the loner, Althaia had slipped into the river. I hope you drown, thought Saena, but it was befuddlement that was writ most plainly on her face as she watched the wolf bob downstream like some kind of mermaid.

Whatever, weirdo. The alpha turned and placed herself above the spot Althaia had marked, and took a moment to replace the lone wolf's scent with her own. Satisfied with her display and the reclamation of her authority, Saena tilted her head back toward Sansa and told her, "ours is a quiet pack, but a fierce one." It would be quiet only so long as it was not poked. For all her learned composure, Saena was, as ever, a wasp waiting to sting. "Once fire drove us from our homes, and once the teeth of savages, but nothing has ever broken us. We will never bow again." Perhaps the promise of security and an unwavering, stalwart determination to defend their home would entice Sansa, or perhaps it would turn her away.