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The scent of the mountain lion lessened and Saena cautiously slowed. She wasn't willing to become the newest victim of an unruly cat, but she also wasn't willing to return home empty-handed. A failed hunt would only bring her confidence down, something the juvenile really didn't need at the moment. Of course, she could never succeed all the time, but seeing as there was only one named Gamekeeper in the pack and she had no idea who he was, she wanted to be the best she could be for her Aunt and for her pack mates.

A rustling behind her made her turn around with her hackles flared, but it was only another wolf emerging from the underbrush. Her greeting was friendly, her body language open and inviting, but Saena's thoughts turned to hostility the moment that she smelled her father's scent on breeze. For a moment she teetered on the edge of outright attacking, thinking that sending a member of his stupid traitors pack home with injuries might teach him to screw with Blacktail wolves, but the threat of the cougar held her back. She needed Somnia, and so she narrowed and lowered her eyes and relaxed.

"Hey," she said, a little more stiffly than intended. "What're you doing out here? I'm Saena. I was hunting for our pregnant Beta, only... I thought something was hunting me, but it seems to be gone for now."