Dawnlark Plains pull me down

The world had not been a scary place before. It had come with hazards, but fear was not something the smallest Frostfur had been too heavily acquainted with. Now, however, it was seated in his chest as cold as ice. He ran beside his father, and because he was still forsaken by grace, he would inevitable trip up and then double his efforts to catch up with alarm flashing his eyes. The smell of smoke, the burning heat, and the roar of fire as it devoured their home, filled his mind.

He did not believe they would ever stop running, and when they did, when they had come upon Kaskara, Swift sank to his haunches and leaned against Scimitar's sturdy foreleg, body trembling with exertion and fright.