we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]

Samara didn't know what she was about to be in the middle of, she'd been gathering some herbs. She wasn't sure if she was staying yet but might as well get some pain killers so if she did leave she wouldn't find herself in the sitatuon she'd found herself in a few weeks ago. The wind was picking up and she could feel the pressure in the air changing, the heat already oppresive on her dark fur. Samara turned her eyes towards the darkened sky, wondering idly if she was about to find herself in the midst of a storm.

Her answer would come a moment later when a loud deafening noise and a flash of light overtook her senses. But more than that she felt the air suddenly become charged, her fur feeling like it was lifted by static and a wave of heat. Samara flinched, huddling in on herself and her eyes scerewing shut. She waited a moment the ringing in her ears slowly subsiding but it wasn't replaced with silence, a low crackling was what she heard first and then it grew louder, turnining into a rumble. The heat changed, pressing down on her harder than ever before and the tang of burnt grass and the steady build of smoke hit her.

Samara's eyes flew open and she nearly closed them again, the harsh glow of fire already picking up in intensity beside her. Figures. She thought almost calmly, if the packlands were gonna catch fire I would be at the fucking epicenter of it. Finally, instinct kicked in, panic rising in her dangerous. The fire had evolved into a full-blown blaze by the time she started running, smoke already stifling her ability to run. Her one advantage, being lower to the ground didn't seem to help much when the smoke had already built up around her. Samara kicked off, running, who knows where. Her tiny limbs couldn't carry her nearly as far as she would have hoped. The heat was oppressive feeling heavy in her lungs as much as the smoke and already she could feel herself losing consciousness. Well shit. She thought as her vision flickered, leaving her in darkness for a moment. A call pulled from her lips, a plea for help before she toppled over sideways, her vision flickers once more before it finally went out.

There was a brief flicker of conciousness from the tiny woman, the almost gentle motions of rocking briefly breaking through the dark walls of her stupor, she was being carried, that was all she knew before she drifted away from reality again.

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