Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

*squeaks this in before work*

As they gathered, Pasha felt the touch of Allure against his cheek. Her nose was damp and cold, and therefore distracting to him. Still, he leaned against her in response, the reassurance between them. This was something he did not think about, the response was natural and instinctive. It also did not help that Swift's response was defensive in general, or maybe even on the offense a bit. Up close, these two wolves were vastly unfamiliar. They didn't even smell familiar, which led Pasha to wonder where it was they were even from.

Of course, he took particular interest in the fact that his father knew them both, greeting them and launching up into conversation. He heard Nova Peak and beamed briefly because hey, that was home! Or was home, if the whole looking for a new place to settle meant anything. Pasha hadn't taken into consideration about the fire. He remembered the smoke, remembered the heat from the lightning and its thunderous arrival to their refuge. Most of all, he remembered bolting away into the night and being found as well.

Curiously, his eyes wavered from his father to the two strangers, wondering what they thought of all of this.