Silver Creek And moth-like stars were flickering out

With a little more perception to her name, Saena may have been able to predict what Heston would say, but she missed the way his brow crinkled and the uncertainty that clouded his eyes. She was too focused on the rain, or perhaps overlooked it because she didn't know him at all and would never have expected him to know her. His apology was therefore met with confusion of her own, followed by pure bafflement when he repeated her name. There was only one Saena in this world that she knew of and it was her, and she was unfamiliar with Heston, so figured he ought to be unfamiliar with her.

For a brief instant she thought perhaps his question was a matter of the strangeness of her name, but he dispelled that theory with his question. Her ears pressed back reluctantly and her tongue swiped her lips as she attempted to construct an adequate reply. Obviously Heston had heard of her. She assumed the worst, of course, as was her way, and her first instinct was to name all manner of excuses for her unexplained disappearance from the pack.

But Saena was more mature now, and settled with mere confirmation: "Saena Redleaf. Silver Creek belongs to me." Rightfully, anyway. Spring led it now, a fact she would not dispute or challenge, but it would always be hers in her mind.