we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]

She was almost surprised when Octave heard her voice, and came to her, though she had been calling it so loud her throat was raw. All she could feel was heat and fear, fear for herself, and those that looked to her. She could mourn the packland later, and she would be content if the only thing lost today was land.

Octave pressed against her, and she towered her larger form over him, protectively, casting her eyes around for the fastest way out of here. She didn’t hear the voice, but she did see Octave stop and look towards the fire. She heard, but didn’t comprehend as he shook his companion free, but Shaye did go to grab her, and nudge Noko onto her back if she allowed. She would be safer there then the floor with the sparks of cinders the fire cast. However, she did not take the companion to safety.
“I don’t leave until every last one of my wolves are safe!” she growled in warning, giving the lemur one chance to find her own way out of this mess, before she plunged forward, and after the white wolf.

His call for help guided her, and she was able to find him again amongst the choas of the flames. She saw the newest member of her pack, and saw the condition Novel was in. Shaye didn’t hesitate, she charged forward, her paws burning and coat singed as she got to Novel’s other side, and gripped the back of the scruff behind where Octave himself was trying to grab. Shaye was the largest wolf among them, through Octave had a bulkier build then she. Luckily, Novel was light, and she believed that together they could drag the injured wolf to the safety of the rapids.

never , in her life, had she seen a more wonderful sight, when Winter appeared through the reds and blacks of the fading day, like a guiding angel. Her flapping wings heavy to keep updrafts from taking her as she glided before the wolves. “Follow!” the bird cried, as she acted as their guide. If the wolves followed her, she would take them the fastest, safest path from the madness.