It was not only homes that were lost, but families as well. Some families were broken, while others were completely destroyed. Many villagers were the sole survivors of their entire families. Mothers were motherless, fathers were without their children, and children were without their parents, alone in a world, their world, that had been utterly annihilated. Dr. Cherry, a mental health physician, had her hands full with the abundance of lost children. She knew that the task of treating them all was a task she could not complete on her own. Help was summoned in the way of a child psychologist from Adohi, Dr. Bravewolf. He arrived with haste and set about the daunting task of helping the children through their painful lives of forced solitude. An expert physician, he dedicated himself to his patients and was slowly helping them to begin the long road of the healing process. It was not only his skill that helped the children through their loss, but his very presence was in its own way, a factor to help the little ones begin to move forward.

Being a wolf, an animalian not at all native to the Isles of Catriona, he was a source of intrigue to the kittens. Being a canine and more than twice their height, the children, especially the younger ones, found him fascinating. They showered him with questions about where he was from, what his home was like, how did he get so tall, and if he had a family. He told them about his woodland home and how it was much cooler than the tropical land of Calico. He explained that he was average size for a male wolf and that all wolves were about as big as he was. But, when it came to his family, the children were particularly curious.

He told them that he had a wife and four children. Two of his cubs were actually his younger brothers and the other two were his adopted sons. Moreover, only his brothers were wolves like him. His sons, like his wife, were lions, cats just like them, except much, much bigger. He missed his family. He loved helping others, but being exclusively dedicated to healing others was taking its toll on him. The job of helping to rehabilitate those in need, especially after a disaster, was wearisome. Seeing so many people in tears and despair was not only painful for those directly affected, but also those trying to treat the afflicted. He was tired and being so far from his family, he was lonely, too. He was diligently serving the needs of others, but sorely neglecting needs of his own. He was quickly becoming emotionally drained and just like Dr. Cherry, he needed help. And just like Cherry, he knew exactly the help he needed.