Firefly Glen Somewhere

Keyni kept a constant vigil. Watching, calling and listening for the fragments of their pack. Namely Antares, who everyone seemed the most concerned about. Her anxiety had settled, replaced by a stony calm, but one that teetered on a knifes edge. For the days she and the small group had stayed at the northern most borders, she had allowed herself little time to sleep. How could she, with knowing that so many of her kin were out there, possibly hurt or even dead? The most she did was rest, forcing her tired eyes to stay open, with sleep the last thing on her mind.

Bronco roused them, calling attention to himself and everyone present. The worst of this natural disaster seemed to be over, and she nodded in silent agreement, letting him speak. They had stayed put long enough and lingering here any longer could very well jeopardize those who were in need of being found. It was time to try and regroup, to search for survivors. Bronco's take charge attitude in the midst of this crisis earned him Keyni's admiration, found deep in the glimmer of jade.

Pairing up or traveling as a group, was wise. They needed to stick together now more than ever. First to catch her interest was that they needed to make contact with Kukutux and her daughter. A wolf that Keyni had met before, of Moonspear and was on amicable terms with. He would go to the foothills, but Meerkat needed someone to accompany her, while the rest were escorted to their allies, the Redhawks. Alarm tugged in her chest as the golden eyed woman stated Kukutux was injured, prompting her own decision. "I will accompany you. I am somewhat well traveled in this region and I've met Kukutux once before." Another friendly face was better than two, to an already injured wolf unable to travel far.