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

The twitch of her ears was the sole indication Saena heard Warbone. It wasn't that she meant to ignore him. She was just dizzy and exhausted from journeying whilst bleeding, and found it easier to press her nose into the crook between her ankles and remain motionless. In time maybe she would just slump forward and pass out. That would be ideal, thought Saena, but she knew in the very next instant it would be dangerous.

So she forced herself to consider Warbone's words. Saena's thoughts on the matter were very simple: she felt she deserved respect for all she'd been through in her young life, regardless if she put the pack first or not. But out of fear that his reaction would be adverse; Saena dared not tell Warbone that. It was time to grow up, she sensed, and not make mountains out of molehills as she was accustomed to doing. She was not well adjusted, thanks to a tumultuous childhood and adolescence she didn't remember but still felt keenly, but she would have to make an effort where she never had before.

Not just because she was presently afraid Warbone would attack her and oust or kill her if she didn't, but because she wanted his respect. She didn't want to have to fear his wrath, although that wound would likely stay between them for some time. Saena was too unused to reprimands to simply forget it and get over it the next day. Deciding that she would at least try, even if she was sure to be uneasy around her partner for at least a few days, she sighed a quiet, "okay," and left every other thought unsaid.