Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

Sorry, I've been on the road! Feel free to skip me if needed.

Kaskara's entire demeanor had changed since the fire had forced them to flee. She was quiet, withdrawn, and had only cursory glances and nudges for each of her family members. Her heart worried for Pasha, her nephew, whom had darted off followed swiftly by his mother. Kieran had promised to bring them back, and it wasn't until the three of them returned to their vagabond group did Kaskara allow on smile.

She nuzzled everyone when she had a chance, and helped Kieran herd the children in front of them. Even Jorunn, who was old enough to stick close, was kept within her sights. She tasked him with watching out for Swift, who liked to wander to pluck flowers, and kissed the strange boy's head softly as if he were kin.

They arrived on the doorsteps of Saena's pack, apparently run out of their own home much as they were. Kaskara's heart ached for them. She frowned at her friend and then let the others speak. She wasn't in the mood, and she wasn't sure her voice would work properly at all. The smoke had singed it and the disuse hadn't helped, either. She didn't want to strain it any more than necessary, and for now, her body language and eyes could tell the story.