Phoenix Maplewood Are there any left who haven't kissed the enemy?

The girl was a hurricane; motionless, currently, but Juniper could see the turmoil brewing like an angry sea behind those coppery depths. Something deep within her rooted itself firmly in her chest. She could empathize, and she hadn't even heard a peep from her. The jaded look and the uncertainty. It made her both anxious and sad that a child could experience such great upset, or such rage. She thought, fleetingly, of Gareth and his father's acts. How he was so willing to steal their child away from her without so much as a word.

Thankfully, the girl seemed to settle just enough to explain herself, and it drew Juniper from her thoughts. The blond woman knew little about the situation with Scarlett and her children, though she was informed of their arrival in the woodland. The scent of four pups and an unfamiliar mother was hard to mask, after all, and it bespoke of hardship that they had to leave their own home behind and join the maplewood wolves. She hadn't pried, or gone looking for answers, until now.

Juniper slowly lowered her rump to the ground, tilted her head, and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully as Nanook explained. "Your mother did?" She asked softly, expression tight with confusion and sympathy. "Where are they now?"