Redhawk Caldera native boomerang

When Fox swung around with the most boring "hi" Saēna had ever heard, the teen discovered that she didn't really want to be here. Hell, it was no fun if Fox didn't try to defend her selfish needs, and already she could feel the desire to cause strife fading away. The red-furred female didn't do anything more and for the first time in a long time Saēna felt as though what she was doing was pointless.

"You're drier than a crone's cunt," said Saēna with a frown. Why had Peregrine left his family for this extraordinarily boring female, an inner voice asked, but she didn't bother verbalizing it. She didn't imagine Fox would respond with anything interesting. In fact, she wasn't terribly interested in Fox at all any longer, though it probably wouldn't be the last time she made an attempt to dismantle the red's relationship with her foster father by goading her.

"Later," she snorted as she turned around and began to lope back in the direction she'd come. A glance over her shoulder was spared for the mountain itself, which seemed to have its top lopped off. Now that she knew where it was, she knew where to go when she wanted to cause trouble for the homewrecking female... and where to avoid every other day of the year.