Phoenix Maplewood storm surge

Its a working weekend for me, so feel free to skip me and Tryphon whenever. My posts will be short.

He trailed along behind them, assuming a defensive position in their caravan; he felt like an omega among them, and none had quelled that doubt within him yet. Scimitar led the way with the kids in tow, and the other adults were silent, mourning the loss of their home. Tryphon felt almost nothing for the forest - he hadn't lived there long enough, consistently enough, to become attached - but he felt sorrow for Bazi each time he saw her, or Kaskara, or any of the others. His promise to stick around now weighed upon him, but it was not a promise he'd break willingly. When the group came upon claimed lands, Tryphon became a bit more restless; however, Scimitar was quickly greeted by some strangers who he apparently recognized, and things weren't tense - they appeared to be more survivors. He did not pry, and instead lingered in the rear, enjoying the brief break.