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Her redish ears swiveled atop her head as her father approached, she wasn't sure why the had to go anywhere. But the smoke was flowing thicker than before and her nose was plugged, she felt his gentle jaw grip her scruff when she didn't move quick enough. Padma didn't often appreciate being carried, she prefered to accomplish task on her own. 

But this was different, there was an edge to Shale's voice. As he carried her into clearer air, Padma tried to look over her shoulder at her beloved father. "Why?" Her limited vocabulary granted her a single word to wonder what was happening. Why was there smoke? Why were they leaving? Why was he taking her this way?