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Saena made no effort to hide herself as she crept through the dawn, hot on the trail of a squirrel that recently terminated its hibernation. She was able to trace its progress through a clearing and up an old oak, and for a long while she paced at its roots, excitedly staring upward at the boughs and waiting for it to inevitably move again. Her shortened tail, which was slathered with a mixture of ground herb and saliva, wiggled despite the pain that lanced through her hindquarters with every meager shake. She dealt with it by loosing small protesting whines.

This made Saena exceptionally easy to find, so when she heard the heavy approach of a large wolf, no surprised showed on her face as she turned to greet them. Half-expecting Dante, the female had her mouth open to tell him she was doing all right, but she stopped when she saw Pura. Smiling lightly and trying to hide a wince as she inadvertently brushed the remain of her half-amputated tail against the tree, she said, "I was wondering where you were hiding lately."