Blacktail Deer Plateau I search for someone who hides

Due either to age or her sudden change of tune, Saena was far more protective of her home than she had been in the past. She was too small a wolf to be a suitable Warden—fighting would never be her forte—but that didn't mean she avoided the borders. Her patrols were usually short and conducted from the higher edges of the territory so that she could see what was happening below, and today it happened to be the approach of an agouti male wolf.

She'd no doubt been told about the wolves who took care of Junior in Stavanger Bay, but Saena wouldn't have recognized them if faced with them, so she was already loping defensively down the towpath when Gunnar's howl went out. Curiously, he was calling for Junior, earning a suspicious stare from the foxy Blacktail as she drew up in front of him. He was much larger than she, but she managed to square her shoulders and puff out her fur all the same, proving she was not afraid of him... or at least giving off that impression.

"She isn't here anymore," Saena said in response to the message in his howl. Admitting that was enough to make her deflate slightly so that she no longer looked so stern, though she didn't notice it. "How do you know her?"