Dawnlark Plains The silver apples of the moon

Saena loathed to leave Warbone, the secluded valley, and the mountains, but as she strode aimlessly through the wind-flattened grass of the plains, her mind was not on those who called the vale home. It was on the other reason she remained in the area: @Indra and Laurel. While she was with Warbone, and while she ran with those of the fledgling Duskvale pack, Saena was wild and free. Her emotions were thrown to the wind, and while she certainly still experienced emotions, the weight of sadness and the baggage of the past were things shed. Out here, she was reminded of her failures, and while she no longer sank into self-loathing and anger at the thought of it because the animal within was not something she could turn off now that she'd embraced it, she was not as free as she felt in the vale. Nevertheless, she pressed into the taiga primarily in search of any signs that her daughters had left the grotto at last.

She kept careful stock of her surroundings as she roamed through the grasslands, searching for indications that Indra or Laurel had come through here. Part of her wanted to abandon this task, turn away and seek out Stark's pack, that she might update him on her inability to retrieve her daughters from Reek, but she thought better of it. With no intended ties to Marauder's Keep, and no way of knowing exactly where it was, it would be a waste of time. She'd wanted to bring her girls to meet Tam, but that was impossible, and there was simply no other reason to go there but to engage her erratic emotions, which she didn't want to do. Her time was better spent investigating, and then returning to her claim.

Saena stooped to lap at a puddle, then continued her aimless wandering, heading loosely in the direction of Redtail Rise. She wouldn't go there, either. The memories would knock the reckless emotions and irrationality right back into her, she feared, and she so loved the freedom that Warbone and his lifestyle offered her.