Dawnlark Plains And kiss her lips and take her hands

Saena's stalk was born of both hurt and anger. Anger that her daughter would speak to her in such a fashion, hurt that they truly believed she didn't love them, and fury that Reek would even dare to claim he hadn't tried to hurt her by taking her daughters in the first place. She refused to believe that all the hurt inflicted upon her wasn't intentional. This was merely the final blow, but because Laurel and Indra had made that choice—or more accurately, Laurel had made it for them—she had no choice but to respect it, even if she'd wanted to spring at the leader of the Larksong wolves and take his life then and there. In her delusions, she thought she'd have won.

But she'd turned and stalked away instead, almost heedless of @Casmir and Laika beside her, and she hadn't stopped. Not until she was in the middle of the plains, disoriented by the vastness of it, and unable to see straight for the tears that blurred her vision. There, she dropped her haunches to the ground and let the emotional pain seize her with wracking sobs, half hopeful that at least one of her former pack would seek her out in the aftermath, and also half hopeful that she would be left alone to drown herself in her sorrow.