Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

Corralled safely in the restrains of his aunt, Pasha found himself settling down easily with her. And of course, much easier with his siblings about him. He hadn't taken into consideration just how tired he really was until that moment, when the flood of warmth and safety and comfort overwhelmed the arrangement of wolves and unfamiliar faces about them. They had been going for a while, perhaps too long for even he to consider. Regardless, as they were pushed along to somewhere safe to rest, he fell into a daze and watched the adults in a half-stupor of sorts; aware of what was going on around him, but perhaps not truly registering it at all.

Tomorrow would be another day.