Porcupine Ridge Through hollow lands and hilly lands

The putrid scent reminded her of Tortuga, a place often impregnated with the smell of death and decay. There weren't many things Vixen missed from that place and this was definitely not one of them, but in a way it did remind her that for as much as she tried she couldn't get completely rid of her way of life. Vixen would always remain what Tortuga had made of her, and there would always exist a thirst for wild experiences.

There wasn't a response from Vixen's lips to Saena's rhetorical question. She could assume whatever she wanted, but Vixen did not fully understand the necessity of rolling on death and rotten blood. It wasn't her business however, mountain wolves ought to have different methods, so she didn't comment on it any further.

It did surprise her what Saena revealed next. A leader, she claimed to be, but then she admitted that she was alone. "A lonesome leader?" A riddle, perhaps? How could one be a leader and have no followers? But then she remembered. "Who be ye carryin' th' scent to, then?" she asked, picking up on the little clues. "Aye, bin alone fer a while now," she admitted, "but I was hopin' to turn that 'round" she added, smirking suggestively.