Firestorm of TempestPack's latest activity

"I'm glad you're okay, sweetie. I... uh...." Thrush sits down with a heavy thump, staring at the charred crater that used to be Milky's...

"Well, we returned our little hitchhikers to their own dimension... And we picked up three more on our way back." Thistle points to...

It takes a good ten seconds for reality to settle in Thrush's mind. A bomb had gone off right here in this room. The crater, the debris...

Nyx trots on, stopping the blond boys with a gentle paw on one of their shoulders. "So. This is where we say goodbye. We haven't known...

Thrush watches her brother leave, but quickly returns her attention to the situation at paw. The tension is quickly subdued by Keesipip...

Thrush tenses as well, the fur between her shoulders raising slightly. Well. It seems like today's the day for picking up strays. Silver...