Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

Squeezing in one reply, won't post again. :)

Bazi was so far gone in her PTSD fog that she barely registered the presence of other wolves around her. She stayed in the back, watching smoke rise from Nova Mountain's soiled cape of trees. Only a few scattered trees at the very edge of the Northwood had survived the blaze, and the centre had burned so fiercely that the blackened trunks had collapsed into ash. Their very own Pompeii.

Scimitar had taken charge in the wake of the disaster. Flourished, really, filling the space that Bazi left behind when she retreated. She made no effort to interact when their paths crossed with Reek and Seana, sitting slumped and silent with her back turned. Everything smelled like fire.