Silver Creek And when white moths were on the wing

Saena thought a little more realistically—not everyone would be thrilled when they first laid eyes on her—but she kept the opinion to herself. She wanted to believe in Spring's optimism, even if she held doubts of her own about it. As the alpha stood, so too did Saena, and she bumped her thin shoulder against her friend's haunch companionably as they strode together into the woods.