Redhawk Caldera Her hardest hue to hold

Bronte indeed trampled over Boris in her haste to heed their brother's alarm, and Boris found himself knocked over, even as he, too, rose to stumble after Ponyboy's scream. Whatever dream he had been dreaming broke to sudden darkness and a deep sense of fear. Urine trickled down his leg but he pushed himself forward anyway -- needing to be brave! Wanting to be brave! Bronte's voice broke out in a tremendous cry and she plunged into the world above, and Boris followed --

and his little heart nearly stopped at what he saw.

He couldn't make sense of the flurry; all he made sense of was a blur of muted gold and the wings of a monster. His eyes widened like the wolf's moon and he scampered back into the den with a tight circle and a lunge directly at @Teya's face.

MAAAAaaaAAAaaaAAA!!!!

wake up Wake Up WAKE UP!!!