The Sentinels Old Burns

A screech hit his ears, a cry for help, flames consuming black and white, before Andr was jolted away.

He quickly rose to his feet and scanned his surroundings, his vision lagging slightly behind his body and mind. For a moment he did not know where he was. How be came to be within this enclosed space, standing atop the trees.

And then he saw Fleurette. Her creamy sunset coat a stark contrasts against the walls of the dark cave and foliage below. He remembered now, the reason he had come to this place, the lack of impending danger, and a weight was taken off his shoulders. 

But the adrenaline running through his veins would need more time to settle down. He turned his gaze to the ground and lowered his back legs to take a seat. Heavy slow breaths left his ribcage and appeared in plumes of warm air. His front legs shook from time to time as he gathered himself.

It had all transpired in but a few moments, but he'd been unable to hide his dis-ease. In an attempt to push through, he looked back to Fleurette. "Forgive me... I did not mean to disturb you" he said slowly, taking a breath in the middle.