Blacktail Deer Plateau only you, in the whole wide world

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Her thoughts were all a-tumble in her brain, like shirts in a dryer. Some of the flashier ones rattled insistently, bringing her attention back to them time and again—things like her true parentage, and the weird dream she'd had. Others were inconspicuous, floating up only in her deepest musing, like how she should apologize to Blue Willow, but didn't have the courage to seek the Alpha out. She sometimes thought about the brilliant redhead that had been at the rally, but only because she was new and, at least in some of their eyes, unwelcome.

She understood the hierarchy of wolves intimately, given that it was instinctual, and knew on some level that Fox being Beta was wrong. She, however, made no mention of it and probably wouldn't unless she stumbled upon the fiery wolf, and even then, it would only be a statement. Saēna wasn't one to judge... Or, at the very least, she tried not to.

She was so deeply entrenched in these thoughts that she didn't realize she was trailing after Pura, following the winding scent of his paws stamped upon the terrain. It wasn't until she came up behind him and spotted him through a thinning in the trees that she buried her thoughts back into her mind, and returned her attention to the real world.

Pura! she called, picking up her pace to catch up with him. He had become enormous in only a short matter of time, towering much like Junior did, but Saēna wasn't afraid of either of them... Not anymore. Our mom died, she suddenly blurted with a forward twist of her ears in interest of how he would receive this news.