waterworld

Scimitar rounded his children -- Allure, who seemed frozen by fear, and Whittier, who was slower than the others. His eyes drifted between them and his other two children who were ahead with their mother. Jorunn was amongst them all, and as his jaws moved down to grasp at Allure's scruff and lift her up, the family propelled down the peak edges, away from the crackling of the beginning fire.

Heat burned at his fur, even still as they moved farther from the danger, and glancing back, he could see his the tip of his tail had been singed -- a pain he would feel only later, when the adrenaline had left his body.

Down the slopes they went, careening. He did not glance back, but he could tell the fire had not stopped where it had struck originally -- slowly, it would burn their home, and everything his children knew. Pasha slipped away form them -- Swift's cry announcing it to the father, and uttering a harsh growl, his own paws moved in the direction of his son.. the family attempting to stay together despite the fear that clung to them.