Whitefish River Boom, boom, boom, clap

Saēna was perched at the edge of the plateau, staring down at the river that had taken Junior away that fateful day a few weeks ago. She was no longer permitted to go down near it, yet she was inexorably pulled toward it... Like a moth to a flame. The danger presented itself and yet she ignored the possibility of consequence, at least in her own mind. But the child was obedient, and therefore she remained within the boundaries of her home, even though she was reluctant to go any closer to the territory's heart.

That is... Until a pale shape appeared along the river's edge, getting very close to where the plateau sloped down to the riverlands. Knowing that her father was injured and knowing that Junior was no longer able to be the Warrior, Saēna swallowed thickly, look around herself, and then began to pick her way down to the river.

The other wolf had a number of worrying signs, and a sickly sweet smell help the patched pup at bay... But there was also a river between them, and she knew she could run if needbe. As though to catch the other wolf's attention, she chuffed lightly, standing rigidly and awaiting any sign of trouble. “Are you okay?” she asked, noting the way the monster drooled on herself and wondering if she should call Blue Willow for help.

But she had yelled at Blue recently and was too ashamed to show her face to the Alpha female, and so she buried that idea as quickly as it sprung up.