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Though the storm had been devestating and dangerous, the King realized that there had been minimal damage. Trees had been ripped from the ground and some of the houses in Lunenburg had been destroyed, but the hotel had remained standing with minimal problems and the stables were standing, the horses safe. He had notied that the iron fence surrounding the hotel had sustained a good deal of damage, but he knew that those things could be repaired. The Blacksmith would work on that as soon as time permitted. What was important was ensuring that everyone was safe. Thankfully, his daughter, her mate, and her mate's daughter had been found. The King was so terribly grateful for that. Unfortunately, Kambujiya still had not turned up... The dog mutt did hope that he was somewhere safe or that he had been taken in by someone else, as long as he was not dead—anything would be preferrable to that.

Now that the storm was seemingly over and they were left without only the aftermath of winter's rage, the King found himself venturing farther away from the hotel where his mate and sons were safe to look over all the damage that had been done to the pack's territory. He was not the only one to be doing so, he realized as the sound of the Huntsman's call for him and for anyone else in addition to come. The male's heart leapt in his chest. What if Niro had found one of their pack members, taken as a victim by the storm? The King took a moment to calm himself and then set off in the direction of the howl, moving quickly and with purpose. It was only as he drew nearer that he realized where the source of the howl had come from. Firefly's Cabin was a landmark for the pack, though he had joined only shortly after it ceased being used to shelter the founding members. Though only one of the founding members, Haven, remained, the King knew that this was an important place for the Miracles pack.

The devestation was obvious; the cabin was torn down entirely, pieces thrown far and near. Jade eyes scanned over the wreckage sadly. Though he had hardly known Firefly and she was no longer a member and was not likely to return, this was extremely sad. To see the original place of the pack's formation so damaged beyond repair added a terrible weight to his heart. "This place is so important to our pack... We should clean it up, and mark the spot," he spoke to both. Amaranth, he knew, had been close to Firefly; this was likely very hard for her.

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Vigilante had been a member of the Miracles pack since very soon after it had been formed, as the pack had not even been officially a pack for a month yet when he had joined. He had not been a part of the group that had called this cabin their first residence and he had not been a member of the small group of wolves and dogs that had brought this pack to life. He knew the story of this place, though it was only a minimal amount of knowledge. Still, it was something by way of information, even if it was not filled with detail. He watched gravely as Amaranth walked through the destruction, sadness filling the wise jade eyes. It pained him to see her so upset and he would have done anything to fix it completely if he could.

"I joined the pack when it was only three or so weeks old, so I was not one of the founding members and heard this from another," he said in answer to Niro's question. "Jacquez, Haven, Ruri, Firefly, and Svara were the founding members of the pack. Before the pack officially claimed land, however, all five of them lived in this cabin while they planned for a pack for misfits. It seems impossible to think that this cabin, the foundation for our pack, is gone," he continued with a sad shake of his head. Truly, he did not know much more than that of the place; he had simply known of its significance.

The pack had come together to build Anann her cabin, he knew, and it had been successful. Amaranth's request did not seem so strange when he thought of that, though he knew that it would be difficult and it would take a great deal of planning. "Perhaps we could consider trying to rebuild it. It would not be the same," he warned, "but we could try if you would like to, Amaranth. Perhaps we should bring as much of the salvagable wood here back to the hotel and store it in one of the unused rooms, so that we may incorporate as much of the original structure as possible if we are able to rebuild it," he suggested, looking to both younger canines for their thoughts on that matter.

The decision had been made and the King was glad that they had chosen to do it, for Amaranth’s sake. He nodded to Niro, grateful for the suggestion. “I had never been inside, either, but it would be good to make a plan that we can use in the spring when we begin the process of rebuilding it.” He had never been close to Firefly, or truthfully to any of the founding members, and he had never even been this close to the cabin. It had been an important structure, but it was not somewhere he had gone often. Amaranth would be able to help Niro, though.

The dog mutt lifted a long board in his mouth and brought it a distance away, laying it down gently. “We can put the salvageable wood here,” he suggested, “and the rest over there for use for something else, perhaps a fire like Mara suggested.” This was indicated with a nod of his great head a distance away from where he stood. They would figure out the best way to transport it later. For now, it would be good to make sure it was all separated.