*A young fancy-free female wemic returns from her jaunts in the forests east of Mariners Hold, her spear hung with dried meat and skins, and her saddlebags full with apples....a lilting purring song upon her lips**Her form goes rigid, even her tail stilled, as she smells the devastation ahead. Leaping forward, she rushes to the town gates, and the shocking sights. Then bolting forward, concern etched in her eyes, she shares her apples and meats with all who need it, and prepares to venture back into the forest to gather more.*"Ashi hopes the rice and grains she gave to the tavern last week are put to good use this day!"*Then she leaps over fallen timbers, and races out of town*