Mount Apikuni And faded through the brightening air

She lightly huffed. She hadn't really expected anything different. Whoever owned this kid hadn't taught them very much about not being a little bit insolent, although she supposed it was better than petulance. There was nothing worse than a petulant child, she thought, and bitterly her mind went to Laurel and her attitude problem. Maybe it was for the best that her tan child had stayed in Larksong Grotto. Saena would've adjusted her attitude pretty promptly, and Laurel would have despised her for it, no doubt. She already did, though, so Saena didn't think it would've been much of a loss in the end.

Her attention shifted back to Jack when he asked her name, and she lowered herself into a sit, though her form remained rigid and alert. "Saena," she grunted. "What's yours?" Did she really care? In her current state of mind, not really, but ordinarily Saena enjoyed meeting others. At least, she thought she did. She hardly remembered her more reckless and aggressive escapades of the past. She had made many enemies in her life, some of them vindictive enough to try to kill her on sight, but she just couldn't remember them.

"Is your home nearby?" He was, what, maybe seven months old at best? Maybe less? Saena squinted, trying to gauge, but juvenile wolves were so damn hard to tell apart in age. He was certainly old enough to do some wandering, but she didn't think he was old enough to wander very far, so the automatic assumption was that he must belong to a pack nearby. Then again, at six months old, Saena had wandered away from Blacktail Deer Plateau for about a month, and returned hungry but no worse for wear... so maybe she shouldn't assume anything after all.