waterworld

In all of this, Bazi was beyond useless. The lightning strike hit her senses hard, poaching her brain in its juices. Had Scimitar not been present, she might have stayed beneath that tree and burned - her children alongside her.

But he was, and she didn't. The shell-shocked wolf allowed herself to be herded through the rain, away from the burgeoning blaze, heat on her back and heart fluttering like a trapped bird in the back of her throat. Scimitar thundered after Pasha, leaving the rest of the family huddling together - damp to their core, but out of harm's way. Like Swift, Bazi just stared after them, hunched and gaping when she should have been comforting her kids.