Meadowlark Prairie Caught up in This World

Dauntless hadn't been there for the fire. He'd only seen them from afar, and wondered at their devastation in the aftermath. But he did not know the mortal terror of disaster, aside from the visceral horror of seeing his father cold and dead.

So he was scared, and had no practicing at living that way. When the ground first began to shift he'd not quite believed it, and now it was like living in a nightmare.

He trailed after Dawn on this day, drawn by the collected way she'd taken the disaster in stride. None of them were happy about it, of course -- but he also thought that none of them were handling it quite like her. Perhaps it was just that she was his big sister, and he was accustomed to seeing her as someone who knew what she was doing and who, more importantly, knew what he should be doing. Certainly, Tobias had been just as helpful (if not more) to those that remained.

He looked to the man now as he approached, too overwrought to offer any greeting to the pair aside from a dejected twitch of his tail and a passive dip of his head.