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Kaskara hadn't seen Lasher in nearly two years, but she remembered the man as a wise and gentle wolf. Even though she had acted out in her frustration and anger, blaming Junior's supposed death on the then-healer of the plateau, Kaskara had since apologized and made things as right as she could between herself and Blue Willow. However, seeing Lasher here made her pause. "Your pack is no longer on the plateau?" she asked softly, wondering how that had come to be. It wasn't totally out of character; after all, Scimitar had moved the creek wolves to the peak, and when that had been destroyed, they'd move to the grove. Wolves were agile and adaptable creatures.

But the idea of a band of marauders on the coast, near where they were making their home, was an unsettling thought. Kas glanced toward Scimitar, wondering if he would be open to an alliance with Lasher like he had been with Saena's pack when they lived in he grove, before turning her gaze to Lasher again. It was not necessarily her place to bring that idea up, and so she remained silent for now, knowing she'd ask Scimitar later what he thought of the idea.