Welcome to Phoenix Valley! 
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Jefferson cast a quiet, solemn look on the youngster; it was an action of pity, though such actions were rare in his case. He showed such little emotion towards adults than he did for children--adults deserved no pity, for they had years of experience to realize their mistakes or recover from trauma, but children like Kasch had only been living for a few months. His mother was dead. So it goes. His whole body seemed to sink and melt away all of a sudden, at the mere mentioning of family; Jefferson did not regret the question in the least, for it was vital information that the pack would likely need for, well, reference. As they say, admitting problems is the first step to recovering from them.
The winds whipped at his sandy pelt, thick from the shifting season. His green eye peered out clearly from the whistling white winds, suddenly stopping in his tracks. The door to the ranch house was just steps away. "There is room for you here," he said quietly, frowning but speaking with a solemn tone of voice. He meant no harm; he meant no intimidation. He'd come to Phoenix Valley when he'd had nothing left, and months later, the roles had changed. He was the subleader, the one making the decision on whether or not the child would be beneficial for their ranks when Kasch seemed to have nothing left. He nodded encouragingly. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for," he continued. "Our starting rank is Loas, and you'll grow from there. I've seen a lot of growing here." He stifled a smirk; it was all too true. However, a smile broke through just then, and he bumped the door to the ranch house open. "You can start meeting the other members and learning the lands when this storm's over. For now, come in and warm up."
