Silver Creek And moth-like stars were flickering out

He smirked softly, sitting a polite distance away from her. Being under the same tree was enough without crowding an unknown wolf and sucking up all their air. He nodded to her greeting and was about to reply that the pleasure was his when her name struck his ear. His brow furrowed and he looked her over once more, clearly confused.

"Er...Sorry, the pleasure's all mine. You threw me for a moment there. You said your name was Saena?" He blinked at her a moment, waiting for confirmation or denial. "Saena as in coincidentally named, or Saena as in previous alpha of Silver Creek?" He was blunt, but he'd learned the tales of these lands over his time here.

For a moment he felt as if he were mad, speaking to a ghost of the past. Saena had vanished from the Teekon, they'd not known what happened to her. He resisted the urge to stare intently at her, or to prod her with a paw to see if she was in fact, flesh. Instead he turned his eyes back to the pouring rain, waiting for her answer.