Dawnlark Plains And kiss her lips and take her hands

The lines of Saena's face hardened the longer Casmir spoke. It was unfair to blame him, and yet she did. She blamed all of them. They hadn't fought hard enough to keep the pack's children safe. She hadn't been there to be the judge of their actions, but she knew what she would've done, and it would've ended with Reek either dead or running. He certainly wouldn't have made a second attempt at getting to her children when she was finished with him. But she hadn't been there, and the Creek pack had proven too weak without her.

"Why was he not attacked on sight?" she wondered thickly. After all, that had been the policy at Phoenix Maplewood. When had it changed? "Why was he not driven away? The girls would get upset anyway, and now look where they are. Look what he's done to them." She pressed her heel into the floor, ground her pad against the dirt, and growled low in her throat. There was nothing she could accuse Casmir and the rest of Silver Creek of without enduring criticism of her own, so she opted to say nothing further on their actions.

Instead, she announced, "I'm not going back to Silver Creek."