Bitterroot Valley Never Close to Heaven

A voice in the distance caused the man's ears to twitch...until—

"Calhoun?"

Red eyes shot up in search of his name, a figure nearing from the west. At first glance, she appeared to be a deer, though it quickly became apparent she was one of his cousins, Fréobearn— A healer as well, Oh thank the High Elk, something good. Cal was quick to trot over ignoring the burning of his muscles from exhaustion and flame, though upon closer inspection it seems as if he was dealt the better hand. 

Fréobearn had worse burns coating her body, patches of fur that had been singed away, and the stump of what once a tail. A frown pierced his lips as he caught himself staring and quickly redirected his gaze to the girl's, I am relieved to know you escaped the flame. Do you know of your siblings or others?