Northstar Vale I will find out where she has gone

The vale was no less picturesque for the dusting of snow. It would melt soon, Saena knew, and return the world to its autumnal splendor until a later and heavier snowfall, but she noted it approvingly as she walked. There were prey animals here, undisturbed thanks to the lack of wolfish presence in the area. She could smell them on every breeze. This would be a fine location to wait out the inevitable, or so Saena thought.

When she found Warbone, or more accurately when he found her, she was taken aback. His easy, wild and intimate behaviour from before was replaced by something akin to a general, and positively reeking of primal instinct. Saena's steps slowed, then stopped, as her ears wilted uncertainly on her head, but it lasted only a moment. The wave of his tail was inviting enough despite the level stare he pinned her with. She lacked one to wave back, but her uncertainty washed away, to be replaced by determination. After all, she was a leader. Intimidation was an obstacle to overcome, not to bow to.

She cropped up her red ears and matched his posture, at least as much as she could. She'd no intention of wresting control away from Warbone, nor any intention of giving up her own sense of it. It was a test, more than anything, something all wolves seemed to relish when it came to posturing. But she met him with a smile despite her coy defiance, and a quiet, "hello."