Blacktail Deer Plateau Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Saena couldn't help but to round her ears forward and knit her brows with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. While her brother viewed Blue Willow's upcoming brood as a direct threat, or so it would seem, Saena was excited for them. She wanted them to be raised here, in the oldest pack in the Wilds, far from the influence of wolves of other packs. She wanted to play a role in their up-bringing, maybe teach them to be Naturalists and Gamekeepers and even Outriders. She didn't want them to leave, and she didn't want Blue Willow or Lasher to leave either.

"I hope not," she said firmly, glancing away as though slightly disappointed with the suggestion. "This is their home. They're the closest to family we have. And... I want to meet the puppies." But did she want them to grow up and exhibit ambitions like their own? Did she want to battle them someday for rank? Her inner self faltered, but outwardly she managed to be convincing. "They won't be Alphas. They have too much growing up to do and... we can beat them if... if they try."