Blackfeather Woods [BWP] tremble, tremble, tremble

The tunnels were where he felt safe after his excursion in to the marshlands nearby, having spent too long exposed upon the tarn. They were dark and cool and held his tiny treasures, objects upon which to root his stories for when Maegi returned and Sobek could explain himself. Yet when the tremor coursed through the cliffs and rumbled deep in the belly of the forest, the sound echoed through those tunnels - the walls felt as if they were shivering in anticipation, as if they had come alive as entrails and threatened to pull him deeper in to the dark. It was frightening enough to urge Sobek to flee the cavernous sanctum - and he emerged to the sight of birds lifting in to the air.

In his panic he ran through a thicket of shadowed grass and then over a ledge, suspended for a split-second, until he landed abruptly and gathered his bearings again. The tremor was short; it worked its way through the earth and faded soon after, but the fright that Sobek felt remained. He felt the need for shelter and ran along a narrow path within the wood, nearly careening in to one of the other children. 

He narrowly missed, and collapsed in an emotional heap. Wh-wh-wh-hh, he panted, wha-wasss-thad? He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, taste copper at the back of his throat. It was just like the terror that seized him in the night upon the tarn. Both children must have felt it - and he looked wildly to both of them.