Blacktail Deer Plateau pull me out of the wake [m]

The howl that roused Saena from her nap didn't belong to anyone she knew, so it was with a surge of protectiveness that she quickly found her feet and trotted in Mordecai's general direction. She wore a troubled expression that deepened the further she went into Blacktail territory, for although the howl was an excited one, a rallying one, she couldn't help being suspicious. Ever since she found Calipso hiding out in their territory, Saena was suspicious of everyone that so much as made a peep in her home.

The bitch soon located the caller and was surprised to find a large, rather imposing tawny male. Nearly all of the wolves in this particular pack were some shade of black or grey, with her and Pura being remarkable because of their white fur. To see a creature spun in gold and rich mahogany was rare indeed... and suspicious. Flaring her ears and tipping her chin up, the light-haired bitch strode boldly toward him, for once unfaltering in her grasp for dominance.

As confident Delta, she punctured his personal bubble easily—what was he gonna do about it?—and, when she could nearly brush her nose through his fur, she inhaled deeply. His coat carried many scents that were unfamiliar, overall composing an almost smoky odour mixed with a hundred types of wood or dirt, but laced throughout in thin tendrils, Saena detected Dante's unique aroma. That was enough to make her relax and step back from him.

Resetting her posture to mostly-neutral-with-a-little-hint-of-superiority, since she so craved respect, the young Gamekeeper tilted her head ever so slightly and said, "what now?"