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"She has fleas?" she gasped, pausing for effect before busting into laughter. "That must be gross and...itchy." Kaskara didn't have an opinion about Fox as a stepmother, but as a wolf she was disappointing. She had fled when her pack needed her most, had left them during a crisis, and for what? A male? Kaskara still couldn't believe it sometimes, but she didn't have the right to speak of it. Everything had been settled and in the end nobody had really gotten hurt, except Haunter, but from what she understood his death had been from natural causes.

Junior explained about her family, reciting what her siblings did during their spare time. Kas was pleased to note that everybody seemed to be doing well, at least from this quick assessment. "A warrior and an outrider, huh? I'm training to be an outrider too." Now that she was settled in the creek, she felt the need to move forward in her life and gain a trade or two. The first, most obvious one, was warrior, but she enjoyed traveling and talking to others, so outrider was the first she would try for. "What's your favorite part?"