Otter Creek Falling to pieces

"She's a bitch," Saēna rejoined. She'd spent precious little time with Fox, but knew enough about the red-furred woman to pass that judgement, or so she thought. "Didn't Willow step down for her or something?" Remembering that made the situation that much more queer. Fox was no less pretty than she herself, yet she thought of her step mother as some sort of wicked witch, and that warped the juvenile's views considerably. Was she really so amazing that everybody bowed down and gave her whatever she wanted?

"I think Dante was madder," she said quietly, "but I can't imagine why. Willow's done everything for dad." She knew next to nothing about Dante, though, aside from his name and his place in the pack. His sense of honour was a mystery.

She smiled broadly when Junior suggested they spend the night together in the mountains, and bobbed her head enthusiastically. "Maybe there's something cool hidden in these mountains, too!" she added as she avidly followed her older sibling-cousin to the crags. The climb would be arduous, she was sure, but a part of her that believed in adventure knew it was worth it.