Northstar Vale The little deaths are a little less, even if just for a moment

Saena should've known it would be Warbone to respond first to her call, and she groaned lightly at the furious blaze that consumed his features. What was she to tell him? That she'd gone picking fights with an old enemy, who also happened to be family, whom she'd never had an issue with in the past but was now someone she wanted to kill just for how she smelled? The whole thing sounded ridiculous, yet it was exactly what had happened. Saena didn't entirely regret it—she half hoped Wildfire died from her injuries, so the black bitch leading that pack of savages would have something to remember Phoenix Maplewood's alpha by—but she no longer saw reason in it, either.

She couldn't help a disgruntled growl as Warbone invaded her space, and she made a half-hearted snatch at his muzzle as if to fend him off, even though she didn't really want him to back off. Her ears, one tattered from bites, pressed down against her scalp as she assumed the role of supplicant, but it was with a sour tone that she said, "nothing really." That would not suffice, so in a heartbeat or two, she sighed lightly, winced at the pain that radiated through her with that simple action, and admitted, "it was stupid."

But what was Saena if not a little recklessly stupid now and again?