Moonsong Glacier ⁴man hlaruva rávëa súrë?

She had felt the earth shake.

It was the first time she felt real fear since her wandering had brought her -- hungry, tired, standing on aching paws -- to the wilds. Frenzied, she'd found a bush to hide within as animals stampeded from the pasture. What was once plentiful, her lifeblood as she wandered on her own, became nothing.

Andy did not venture from her perch until the dust had settled, her mind still a mess of thoughts trying to figure out what had happened. Fear made her heart ache and she looked to the trampled ground, wondering if anyone had been caught under-hoof. 

Every bone in her body told her to run. Andy turned away from trampled ground and ran fast as her paws could carry her, not stopping until she found the cover of the woods, mind wandering, buzzing, wondering if the earth would shake again and send trees tumbling on top of her.

She didn't stop running until arctic fur caught her gaze, weaving between the trees. She slowed, wandered closer, knowing her scent would be heavy on the air.

"Did you feel that?" If she had, she would know exactly what Andy was talking about.