Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

Saena remained completely unaware of Warbone watching from a distance. The pack mate who originally accompanied her had long since slunk back to the pack, presumably satisfied that she could handle herself, even if she was hardly able to stand for long periods without grimacing fiercely. Her face was set stubbornly even now to prevent showing it too much, but Rigr was likely well aware of the pain Saena was in. It showed in her eyes, like every other emotion she ever felt.

The loner asked what they would talk about, and deciding that he could simply see for himself, she gestured for him to follow, then spun around to head back toward where Duskvale was bedding down. "Who said anything about talking?" Whether or not she pursued a more instinctual lifestyle, Saena would never let go of verbal socialization, but she meant for Rigr to meet Duskvale on more physical and personal terms. If speaking came into it, all the better. "Perhaps you can tell me what you're in my vale for," she suggested as she led the way. "Is it solely to pass through, or did you come so far down here because the pack here calls to you in your heart of hearts?"

Whatever his cultural differences were, they simply didn't apply here. She didn't even ask about his accent, his orderly scars, or anything else. The truth was, Saena just didn't really care. A wolf's background didn't affect their ability to be a good subordinate, nor a leader's ability to serve them in turn, so she didn't wonder.