Felltree Marsh the heron's legs.

He was quite surprised when Avicus’ manner changed from a wary stranger to something better approximating a worried packmate. He didn’t think she had any reason to care, and still could not remember the reserved red wolf who was there the day he and his siblings met the pack, and who had swiftly left.

Um, he stammered, thinking back to when the storm was. It was all kind of a blur now. A week ago, I t’ink? Dere be a big storm an’ she never came home after dat. There were a lot of possibilities hidden in his wavering voice. Some good, but most dark and hard to think about.