Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

There was so much of the world to be seen, Pasha discovered. The world was much bigger than just what he had ever glimpsed from the rise of the mountain. From there, it had seemed so small, as though at some point it truly just dropped off the edge of the world.

And really, moving on from what had been home didn't bother him perhaps nearly as much as it should have. Or would have, had he been old enough to understand every little thing that was going on. As far as he was concerned, they were going on an adventure to realms unexplored. They had gone on vacation, permanently.

He had been tooling around somewhere in the middle of the group, bounding between his mother and a couple of his siblings. Pasha still had some energy left on reserve, the day still fresh and young in his mind. He paid little attention to what the adults were doing at times, content with investigating whatever he could without someone hauling him back to the group.

One such moment came when his father summoned him, and at first Pasha presumed it was because he was willing to stray from the bulk again. A hasty pout began to form on his face as he turned to survey why, when a pair of sleek-formed wolves emerged from the woodland just beyond where his family was beginning to halt. And so, curiously (and let's be honest, maybe a little tinge of fear), he was quick to join the rest of them.