Kintla Flatlands we are the fortunate ones

Kaskara had all the intention in the world to move on after a few hours' search, to find what she could and return to the Creek. But it was with an almost comical confused expression that Kas was faced with the ghost of her past, though a much bigger ghost, if truth me told. Could ghosts grow? It wasn't even dark yet, and she was seeing ghosts. Was this place haunted? But then the figure stopped, squinted her similarly two-toned eyes at her, and spoke.

Blinking away the happy tears that had sprung into her eyes, Kas grinned widely and nodded. "Yes. Or you did, when you were younger." As much as her heart soared and rejoiced at seeing the little girl alive and well, she wondered what had happened after she left, what explanation could possibly dismiss this miracle before her. "You were the first wolf I met after your father accepted me into your pack, Junior. You asked if I had any milk, because you were hungry." She wouldn't keep the girl waiting for long, but Kas wondered if Junior could remember her name on her own.