Blacktail Deer Plateau i will kill you

Saena was keeping her head down lately. She didn't at all blame Junior for what she'd done—she agreed wholeheartedly with her siblings actions regarding Finley, especially given her shaky interaction with the Redhawk Beta. Saena was simply unwilling to get heat from Dante and Blue Willow for believing Junior'd been right. She kept her usual outspoken ways down for once, hoping she (and her own dislike of the Caldera) would go unnoticed.

She'd thrown herself into Naturalism to keep her mind and mouth off Junior's actions. She'd now accurately predicted the weather four days in a row, and was squinting up at the sky, hoping to make it five. "No snow," she muttered to herself, satisfied with her prediction for the day. Only by evening would she know if she was right.

A strange yet unmistakeable howl broke her away from the sky more than the completion of her prediction did, and within moments she was trotting into Pura's vicinity. He was overlooking the lands below, so Saena approached with a soft chuff to draw his attention. She kept her ears angled toward him, curious what he needed. They hadn't spent much time together since his return, likely her fault more than his, but somehow this didn't feel awkward at all.