Blacktail Deer Plateau You've been blessed your whole life

Blue Willow agreed that the pack was already fine. Saena breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know anything about leading, truthfully, and assumed it was something that would come naturally with time. That a leader would immediately have to make hard decisions and be a figure of authority was something she hadn't anticipated. That thought wormed its way into her head now, but she set it aside for another time, recognizing that she wasn't really ready to confront it yet.

"Thanks, Aunt Willow," said Saena sincerely, with a bright smile that hid well her tendency to become acerbic under certain conditions. Her forthrightness came from her mother's mother's mother and Saena's great-grandmother, March Owl. It didn't present itself readily in Velox, Pied, or even Peregrine and Osprey, but somehow that fire found its way to Saena. If it were possible for any wolf here to meet March Owl, though, it was likely they would prefer Saena's cooler flame in spite of her quick temper.

Speaking of temper, Blue Willow was on the topic of hers, and Saena grimaced. "I'm trying," she said, "but it's really hard when no one takes me seriously." She let her ears fall back slightly, perturbed but unwilling to say anything more about it. The pack leaders gave Saena a pretty hefty amount of credit and respect, but sometimes it seemed like they were the only ones. She felt that Koda was a good example of that, but the last thing she wanted to do was talk more about the hunt, so she stayed silent and chewed her lip instead.