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The tension in the air seemed to sizzle as Althaia scraped her paws against the loam, mocking Saena’s claim over the land. Sansa’s body went rigid as she glanced toward the Alpha, half-expecting her to lunge with teeth bared for the disrespectful loner. Saena moved toward her but Althaia slipped away into the river’s current swiftly enough. Sansa watched her head bob above the water before she disappeared from view. “What a strange wolf,” she remarked, one ear cocked sideways with puzzlement.  Althaia had seemed friendly enough at first but for some reason the pack wolves’ presence had unnerved her.
 
But she was gone, and Sansa could focus her attention on the rest of her company. Saena’s words were indeed tempting for the young woman. She came from a strong lineage that prided itself on strength and resilience. Although she had departed her homeland on her own accord, Sansa missed the refuge and tight-knit relations of pack life. She was reluctant to join any pack that wasn’t serious about the wellbeing of its members and the lands it governed.
 
Saena’s words impressed Sansa, though. The female spoke of hardship but emphasized her pack’s kindred spirit and ability to overcome obstacles. Laika added that their wolves were like family to each other. “You sure know how to make an offer sound tempting,” she said, eyes gleaming toward the Alpha female and her subordinate. “How can I contribute to the pack specifically, though? Is there any sort of trade or expertise you’re in need of that I could try to learn?” And one final afterthought, “does our pack have a name?”