Lost Creek Hollow when we last spoke i was a dog with a broken leg

Ksura returned to the densite with a fresh hare only moments before the call came out. He dropped the leggy creature and looked from Ash Star to her daughter, Acantha. She decided to remain behind to watch the pups, leading Ksura to smile and nudge the rabbit toward her as a reward for volunteering to babysit, as well as something to distract her from her worries.

He was glad she had come to join them. Ash Star seemed grateful for her return, and now her younger siblings would have a sister to look up to. Acantha also posed as an asset for the small family- able to hunt for them as he did, ensuring that they got the best care. 

Ash Star was visibly unnerved; he trailed along behind her, wondering what might have prompted Wren to call out and summon the pack for a meeting, rather than coming directly to Ash Star. Regardless, he felt more concern than disdain, and his instincts tingled when he saw the woman, muddy and bloody. 

While Wren explained, Ksura tried not to judge- but his paternal instincts had been triggered. It seemed that she had drawn someone dangerous to their borders- and he was not convinced that the man would leave the rest of the pack alone if she and Silver left…Or that he wouldn’t hunt them down if all of Riverclan went with them. His frown deepened. 

Who in the pack would be able to fend him off, if he came back? Especially if Wren and Silver were due around the same time…He believed that mothers could fight to defend their children, no problem- but he also felt that they shouldn’t have to. He wanted to omit all three women from any possible altercations so that their children would know their mothers. 

This left him- and he wasn’t exactly an authority figure, nor was he an obvious brawler. He sighed softly, and looked to Ash Star. He would do whatever it was that she wanted- but things certainly looked bleak to him.