Blacktail Deer Plateau Harpy's fury

Her thoughts never seemed to touch on her uncle or her aunt. Both Atticus and Osprey were equally to blame for the troubled state of the Blacktail youths—Atticus perhaps moreso, for Osprey's absence was recent and unexplained whereas Atticus had been little more than a walking husk for a while before his disappearance. Yet somehow, Saena only thought of the obvious when she thought of who had left: Kisu, who had never bothered with his children beyond brief appearances; Hawkeye, who she'd come to despise in recent days; Peregrine, who she might never forgive or speak to again, especially now that Junior was gone; and Tytonidae, who had screamed how she hated them and never come back.

Junior would in time be added to that list, but with a great deal of reluctance. Pura was truly all that Saena had left anymore... Pura and this plateau, to which they were still heirs in her mind. "She wouldn't have spoken to Lasher," Saena mumbled thickly, pinning back her ears and looking away from Dante. "He was associated with da— with Peregrine, and Junior hated Peregrine. We even changed our names to Blacktail." Had anyone known that? Likely none but her and Junior.

"So this is my home, it's in my name, but no one... No one w-" where she was going with this thought was uncertain, for at that moment a sob broke through her throat and cut her off. What kind of home was it if everyone left or was made to feel they had to? She dared not allow herself to think of the consequences of Junior being out alone, half-healed... and dared not raise her voice again to the Alpha, despite wanting nothing more than to demand that he bring her back somehow.