Dawnlark Plains pocket full of posies

He was looking for Aditya. What else could he do? He knew none of the others or even where the Morningsiders made their dens. And taciturn by nature, it did not occur to him to call out. So he searched, blindly but fervently, led by some strange counter-survival instinct. Fate, maybe.

He was looking for Aditya, but when he saw the young figure stumbling through the smoke, Fus didn't hesitate to make a grab for it. The child was too large to be carried this way, perhaps, but Fus had carried that lamb down from the mountains and across the plains. He could carry the boy to safety.

Boy in his jaws, Fus turned and fled the flames.