waterworld

Well.. that was an unfortunate roll.

His eyes sluiced across the darkened skies – lightning reflected across the peaks of their home, flashing so brightly that Scimitar could have swore he would see the defining contours of shadows and the trees of The Northwoods, if only for seconds at a time.
 
Bazi’s voice broke through his thoughts, and the ivory female guided them to a shelter. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes studied the children, his form wrapping about them to herd them closer to one another and the tree they sought. He almost contemplated dragging them back to the shelter of their old den – but with the lightning scraping across the heavens, he dare not.
 
His muzzle lifted, clipping a short cry for their other pack members – a check in of sorts. Were they okay? He would still for a moment, his muscles tensed as he awaited a response – but what he heard was not the familiar sound of his comrades returning their point of location.. the sharp crack above them confused him at first, until he smelt the burning smoke. The tree they huddled under was on fire.
 
“Move,” he barked sharply, his muzzle sweeping to Bazi’s hind limb to encourage her to push the puppies away from this new terror.