The colony was growing, albeit rather slowly. Many were still worried about loved ones, many missing from the avalanche. While it concerned him and many others, the captain could only imagine the amount of strain on the royal family, especially the queen. Thrust into the role of leading a downfallen kingdom at such a young age. At least she had grown into the position well, which had helped to stabilized the shaky foundation of the Mlima Tuokoa.
For now, the captain of the guard was doing more than his predecessors had needed to. Now instead of just managing the guard, he was also one of them. Hours away from the base of the mountain the colony called home, Barafu-taji stood vigilant on a small rock formation with the wind whipping across his striped fur. These formations dotted the surrounding plains and served as vantage points for the guards and prowlers, but they would not protect him against the storm that was brewing overhead. Dark clouds loomed above the grassy plains and worry of a fire began to fester in his mind. Hopefully rain would also come from those clouds.
