Great Bear Wilderness Nice to meet you, where you been?

As a matter of fact, Saena did spot Lazar. He cut an obvious figure against the inky darkness of the sky with his white pelt illuminated by the partial moon overhead. Surely she was illuminated in a similar fashion, though her eyes were hidden by copper splotches, and her ears would be dark against her nape. They fell slowly back as she warily watched the other wolf, uncertain what his intentions were, but she relaxed slightly when he woofed into the space between them.

She rose slowly, shook herself to be rid of any chill or stiffness, and padded the last couple feet to stand before him. Her tail swayed at half mast as she craned her head forward and sniffed, but she was unable to catch his scent. "Hi. Are you from the Caldera?" she asked, immediately worried that Peregrine and Fox would send a scout to be rid of her. She certainly didn't care what her father or his whore thought of her and would have tromped all over their lands if she didn't fear being caught and flayed, but she was nowhere near their borders and wouldn't appreciate being treated like an intruder all the way out here.

For now, Saena was wary but not aggressive or stand-offish. There was the chance he was from one of the other packs in this area. As far as she knew, Blacktail Deer Plateau—and the Blacktail family, or more specifically, herself—weren't at odds with any of them yet.