Kintla Flatlands black widow

Her efforts were aided by the presence of Pura and Kisu, though the latter was keeping to himself a little further behind, which was fine with her. Kaskara turned toward the small wolf, glad for once she didn't have to reply with words. She returned his woof with one of her own, swinging her muzzle toward her, inviting him closer, if he wanted. She was simply searching the area, using her nose, eyes, and ears to find any trace of Osprey that might be left.

Kaskara hadn't seen her much since that day of their first meeting. They met again the night of the story telling, and of course they had seen each other here and there at the plateau, but nothing worth noting. Nothing that made Kaskara think the girl might run off, or someone might be out to hurt her. Junior knew her way around the plateau, so she couldn't be lost. Could she swim? Kas didn't know the answer to that, but she hoped all the pups could. If they couldn't, she'd teach them as soon as possible.

She turned back toward the young boy and gave him a small smile, hoping it was slightly uplifting instead of horribly depressing, like she currently felt inside. "How are you holding up?"