Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

Squeaks in a last post from Tryphon.

The children were herded over to him, for some reason. Or maybe to Kaskara - she was nearby, he remembered - and while the noteworthy adults discussed things, the two of them minded the kids. Eventually the conversation concluded. Tryphon was watching the group with a tired eye, and said nothing during the exchange; like the others, he was tired. Maybe not as emotionally destroyed as the rest, but still tired. The kid's antics didn't rouse much out of him, nor did the fleeting glances from Kaskara, who looked as if she had something to say to him; or maybe he was reading in to things too much in this sensitive time.

Either way, when the rival alpha male bade them to move, Tryphon was one of the first to start going. He ducked his head towards the nearest child and poked at them with his cold nose, prompting them to their paws or to start walking. They could rest in the safety of the pack lands.