Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

He remained fearful over the course of their travel. He jumped at novel sounds and would flee to the other side of his father, to whom he had kept close, if a branch or bush moved the wrong way. In addition to their former home, it seemed the fire had consumed the boldness that had characterized him until now. He did not stray from his father until they passed a clump of chamomile. He quickly veered off to nip a few stems of the calming, strengthening plant and then darted back to Scimitar.

His father barked, calling those who were not with to him to his side. Swift still held the plants in his mouth, his upset mind too busy for his uncanny medicinal knowledge to guide him into distributing the plants to his family. Their stems were crushed in his teeth when two strange wolves came upon them. The little Frostfur bristled, narrowing his eyes upon these two wolves. A low growl formed at the back of his throat while his shoulder pushed against his father's hind leg.