Blacktail Deer Plateau She's the giggle at a funeral

As she scoured the ground, Saena thought she found a faint trace of her brother's scent, as well as Valtyr's. She smiled lightly, knowing the two were getting along. She couldn't possibly understand how bad that actually was for the younger adolescent, so she was glad for it. Valtyr was opening up, slowly. Maybe it was her brother's blunt, straight-forward way of addressing things that helped that develop.

But as she began rooting for another source, the sound of a throaty little cough to her right made her made her freeze on the spot. Slowly, she turned her head and searched her surroundings, until at last she spotted a black head poking out of a copse of trees. Instantly her gaze hardened on Anselm as she straightened and said, "what the hell are you doing so close to my pack?"