Blacktail Deer Plateau Harpy's fury

"Of course," Saena muttered, thinking that that was obvious. They'd been two orphaned children whose parents hadn't cared about them. Peregrine hadn't asked his children to accompany him—sure, he'd opened an invitation to the entire pack, but it was followed closely by an expressed desire that none of them follow him—and Hawkeye hadn't bothered even putting time into their lives. It made sense that the two would bond over this and share with one another what they refused to tell anyone else.

This, of course, made it that much worse that Junior was gone. In time, Saena would come to view it as an accident or something that had to happen—in time, forgiveness would be second nature to her, but not toward those who had already wronged her—but for now, it was a painful mistake made by the leaders. It was their fault, she reasoned, though the voice of doubt had began to whisper as well.

Torn apart by what she was going through, Saena suddenly raised her head. Figuring that Junior would die in the wilderness, she said in a rough voice shaken by grief, "she liked you, you know. Like... more than a friend likes a friend, or than a subordinate likes an Alpha." Sniffing quietly, she thought how Junior would probably never view him that way again, if she even survived. Saena's previous belief that it was meant to be and that Junior was meant to lead them was shattered.

"I gotta go," she murmured, piecing herself together and abandoning her attempt to avenge her sister's memory by making the leaders realize how shitty they were at their jobs. Dante had successfully dismantled that argument and defused the situation. All that was left was for Saena to take some time and put it behind her, and maybe get on with living, and maybe heal, in time. Without a second glance the cowed teen began to trot away, her head held lower than normal and her tail pressed firmly against her rump.