Phoenix Maplewood the thrill

What a fucking knucklehead. Crow and Merlin both. Stupid, stupid boys with their stupid, stupid words. "Chill out" and "calm down" were to phrases Sequoia was sick to death of hearing. So much for her plans of finding a cute boy to help her forget her troubles. All they seemed to do was create more troubles. She knew this was no way to go about fixing her problems, but she also knew she needed to blow off some steam. Once again, she sought the company of a warm body. She managed to put on a brighter expression, deciding the best way to show up all the stupid men in her life was to manipulate her way into one of their lives and ruin it.

She might have been able to do it to Mahler, but fucking around at home didn't seem like a great idea if she wanted to stay there at least through the winter. Besides, she could always disguise these trips away from her new home as a means of recruiting new blood for Sagtannet. That was, after all, what she had told Mahler. And hey, he was a sweet old man or something like that. He certainly didn't have any interest in her, and maybe it was better that way. Keep her interests outside of the pack. Distant.

Sequoia took a deep breath and continued through the forest, eyes and ears alert for anybody who might be lurking nearby.