Hideaway Strath BWP - Fit the box, fit the mold

If she wasn't alone when it happened, perhaps things wouldn't have gone so wrong.

She'd formed a habit of walking the borders herself, and by now she'd learned them well.  With her nose she could follow and her ears she could listen, and maybe she could convince herself she was doing something worthwhile.  

Fennec knew she wasn't useless, of course.  She was brave, and smart, and both of her parents had pounded it into her that she was valued here.  She just wanted to help, and this was the only way, right now, she knew how.

She'd found a flower and was investigating it fully, the strong smell making her question if she should take it back to Keyni, when the ground began to shake.  She'd never felt the earth move beneath her paws, and she froze when it continued.  Panic didn't set in... until the ground convulsed, and a sound like thunder rent the air.

Even though she was blind already, panic made her lose any concept of where she was.  All she could do was run.  She bolted, her legs carrying her away from the strath and outwards into unfamiliar territory.  By the time she stopped, it would be a miracle if a) she had avoided hurting herself and b) she had any clue how to get home.

this can be forward or post dated <3 loose in the bwp timeline.  Tagging @Towhee and @Phox and @Figment for reference