Otatso Wetlands When I had laid it on the floor

She was interested to know Stark's pack was near to Larksong, and that explained for her why she'd never heard of them. Since its inception, Saena had not set foot near the Larksong pack nor beyond it. At the time she hadn't trusted herself not to make a scene, and the thought of seeing Reek and Tavi together made her stomach roil. Even now, months later, there was a nervous knot at the thought of going near it and having to see them, likely happy in their life together, the one they'd shoved her aside to pursue. She never would have known of another pack closer to the sea, if not for Stark sharing it.

But it didn't matter much, because the likelihood that said pack had an agreement of some kind with Larksong Grotto was still higher than she would've liked. Stark's status was not clear to her presently, nor did his opinions necessarily mirror that of the entire pack. She had to be cautious with what she said... or so she thought, until he admitted to knowing of her. As with Heston, her expression smoothed into one of confusion, but this time she was also guarded, uncertain, and nervous.

"Oh yeah? Seems everyone's heard of little old me lately," she pondered aloud, trying to keep the uneasy tremor out of her voice. Those who knew her either knew her as the brave leader of a pack that had seen far too much shit considering they were just trying to live peacefully, or they knew her as a coward or a psycho, although she hardly thought that assessment was fair. Which is it, then? "Do tell," she bid him, for the moment more interested in how he knew her than why he wasn't a fan of Larksong Grotto, though that question was definitely coming next.