Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

The uprooting of the family from Nova Peak had been nothing more than a mere blur to the chubby boy.  One moment he had been sleeping and the next, someone was rousing him and urging him to run.  For the life of him, he couldn't even remember who the adult had been in the situation - only that he had never fought harder to keep up with his leaner, more athletic siblings.  Perhaps in the future, it would be with pride that he recollected the fact that he had NOT been the one to be separated from the rest, but for now, he was nothing but exhausted, grumpy, and anxious about this strange new world that surrounded him.

Whit had snoozing soundly when the strangers approached their homeless little band, but eventually the sound of their voices roused him.  Not entirely awake still, the pudgy boy trundled forward in a manner that would have suggested courage had he not been so clearly out of it.  While Allure and Pasha curled up beside their parents' legs nervously and Swift coiled back defensively, Whit wobbled right past them all to strut right up to the one apparently named Reek.  Unceremoniously, the boy plopped down onto his haunches directly in front of the bizarre-looking wolf.  He regarded him with an intense cant of his head though a much less intense gaze before a yawn erupted across his muzzle, so wide and so powerful that he twisted his muzzle skyward and was so shaken by the corresponding shiver across his spine, that he fell straight backwards and was left blinking stupidly up at the sky beyond all of them.