Blacktail Deer Plateau buried in the dark

Whatever inward struggles Tryphon was dealing with, Saena was not privy to them. She watched in silence as he mentally warred with himself. All she could think was what he was thinking, and at length she glanced back out over the flatlands. The glimmer of the Whitefish drew her eye and she watched as a pinprick of a lone wolf trotted along its bank only to disappear to the south. When Tryphon spoke again, it spooked her a little and she started, but his admission made her grin.

"You're welcome to," she told him, having known nothing of his past issues with packs nor the possibility that he might just disappear. She cared less about that than she used to, anyway. "We're in the vale. Me and Warbone." Possibly a couple others, she reflected, but there wasn't much set in stone currently. Duskvale was a long way from forming just yet. But Tryphon was willing to become the next link of their small, wild-woken family, and Saena was more than willing to bring him into the fold.

"I'm Saena," she told him, flipping her ears back respectfully as her smile softened. "Do you want to go see it? The vale, I mean. Or did you want to stay here a bit longer?" She didn't mind either way. Her memories were all kinds of addled, but she remembered parts of Blacktail Deer Plateau, and relished the nostalgic retreat regardless of a growing desire to return to the protected vale and the ever-vigilant Warbone.