Kintla Flatlands we are the fortunate ones

Junior seemed on the verge of arguing with her, but then decided against it. Kas smiled and nodded when she offered to bring them a message. "I think that would be nice, at least to see if they would agree to meet with me on neutral ground so I can apologize." She didn't know if they would, but it wouldn't hurt to try. Plus, she was sure Junior could be very persuasive when given the chance. "Maybe if they'll let you, you could bring me their answer after you talk to them. I'm living in Swiftcurrent Creek now. I could show you around, maybe show you my favorite fishing spot."

The little girl had washed up on the shores of a strange pack, one she hadn't heard of before, Stavanger Bay. She'd have to visit them and give them her thanks for saving the small girl, even though in all reality she had no ties to the girl's safety. There was something about her that made Kaskara's protective side come to the forefront, and something else akin to friendship. Of course they hadn't known each other long, but Kaskara remembered the little girl fondly, and was glad to see she was alive and well. "Don't dwell on the guilt, Junior. You were very young when it happened. Feeling guilty won't change anything now, and you're home safe and sound. Be thankful for that."