Blackfoot Forest Mr. Bennet made no answer.

A name was given to the pack of the woods, then, one that seemed neither befitting nor unfitting of the once heavily shaded territory that she remembered. The name was something she did not comment on, however, deciding that it would get her nowhere if she were to waste her time questioning their thought processes. It didn't matter much to her, either, in all honesty. They'd chosen to call themselves something that must have some sort of meaning to it, whereas she still allowed for her pack to be addressed as a name that meant absolutely nothing to her. Perhaps, for that, she could give them props, but never would such praise leave her lips. No, Sen wasn't the type to do so, being far more interested in ensuring she was viewed as a being of non-soft characteristics.

The woman listened as more information was passed her way, silently relating to them when it was revealed how their pack was rather small. She did not speak yet, however, allowing the male the chance to finish before her voice was used once again. As his words died away, though, there came the softer voice of his partner, who seemed to have a question of her own. "My pack is in the same state as yours," she'd answered, failing, also, to share just how few her numbers were. "After the swarms had cleared up, several members were gone—including my co-leader—and they haven't returned since." Perhaps they'd found greener valleys to live in, or perhaps they'd died or been killed off. She cared little for the outcomes of their lives, for the mistake they'd made by leaving her meant that she'd not allow them entry even if they were to return. In a time of need, they had been assumed to have fled with their tails between their legs, and so what use would they have now? Absolutely none.

In regards to the runaway foxes, she'd said: "What a shame. Those foxes had a way of lighting up the woods, and could have served as a nice snack." Especially now, given the state of the world around them. "Speaking of snacks, how's the prey around here? Anything larger than a rabbit hanging around still?" At the sanctuary, they had fish and various other small game, but hardly anything else. The microscopic meals simply weren't enough.