Blacktail Deer Plateau Magic, madness, heaven, sin

In the same moment that Pura thought she meant physically, Saena thought he meant mentally. She would never harm a hair on Blue Willow's children, even if they rose and attempted to take what she felt didn't belong to them. They were children of the Plateau just like her and Pura and Junior and Tytonidae, and would get all the protection she could muster. She assumed her brother had that in mind was well—juveniles and yearlings were often appointed the task of watching pups and exhausting them with play and false war games. Surely he was excited to teach them sparring, as excited as she was to teach them of the sky and of prey. She thought he'd make an excellent Warden and an excellent teacher of Wardenhood, or Wardenness, or whatever the hell it was called.

She glanced sidelong at her feasting brother, then mischievously fell over onto her side and stretched out her legs. She wiggled her toes in his general direction, then began waving her limbs through the finer layer of snow, forming a crude outline of herself (with balloons for legs). There was no reason for it, just the sheer joy of having a pack she adored and the relief of finally admitting, though not outright, that she hoped one day to help rule it.