Dawnlark Plains pull me down

Found and corralled, Pasha was hardly in tow of Bazi when they came across the gathering. Though tired, he had been nudged along by his mother time and time again. With the storm having come to pass by them and whatever had happened, happened, Pasha could only wonder when it was that they would all be going home. His nerves were on edge still, the weariness evident in his features hardly enough to dim the jittery feelings he had about everything.

Only this time when he was pushed into a group of siblings, he found that he did not have any desire to be apart from them. Here was safe this time. No fire overhead, no crackling lightning or earthquaking thunder. He sighed and settled down, sinking towards the earth as the final high of his own adrenaline ceased to flow. Yet he expended the effort to look towards his father curiously, ever wondering what it was that the adults were speaking about.