waterworld

Whatever it was that shook the very heavens above them, the little girl wanted no part in it. Her bi-toned form was pressed against her mother’s, her tiny nose trying to press itself even further in to the plush of her fur and ribs. A whimper escaped her as a crack of thunder rolled above, and at her parents request, the girl slunk to the tree, her tail tucked tightly between her legs.

She barely had a moment to hunker down and snuggle indefinitely against Whittier when the world lit up quick a sharp flash – and suddenly, her nose smelled the burnt bark. Her father’s urgency only caused her aqua eyes to widen, and as Pasha bounded forward, panic fully set in, the girl found herself unable to do the same. Fear held her rooted to the spot.