we didn't start the [FIRE IN ABAVEN]

*Storm* · 06-21-2019, 07:22 PM

They had been in the middle of gathering things, her movements now were slow and ambled. Most of the day she would just move around the pack at her own pace, spending her days enjoying the warmth from the summer sun and spending what time she could with the family that was nearby. Lucine had been patient with her slow movements and had been enjoying the time they were spending together. Storm was all to familiar with how the air changed when a summer storm approached and though she couldn't physically see the darkness that loomed, she could feel it. The air was thick with humidity and she could no longer feel the warm rays of sun upon her back. Suddenly the winds grew violent, whipping back and fourth and the older women hunkered down in order to keep herself from being knocked over. Ears folded against her head and just as she was ready to tell Lucine they needed to get to cover, she was stopped as the electric feel in the air became so powerful. Flattening herself as the loudest crack of thunder she had ever heard ripped through the sky and before she knew it Lucine's drumming paws were fading, towards where the lightning had struck.

Fear ripped through her heart as the smell of smoke and burning plants began to fill the air and without hesitation the blind women turned and tried her best to move quickly after her granddaughter. There was danger, her body was ringing with it like an odd sixth sense. She feared that Lucine was heading right for danger and she dared not let anything bad happen to her. Frantic paces had never been good to her after loosing her sight and when she wasn't paying attention to her steps she made mistakes. Tumbles and tripping, but the women continued to run until she got herself caught up on a groundhog hole and fell rather hard into the ground. This fall took her longer to recover from and within that time she could feel the heat from the fire that closed in on her. She got herself to her feet and began a severe coughing fit, getting her head right into a thick cloud of smoke. Crouching low to the ground again she moved cautiously, coughing and choking on the heat and smoke of the fire.

She didn't know where she was going, or where the fire was, but she had a bad feeling she was in the middle of it. She continued forward until she stepped near the flames, the heat making her whip back. Moving left and not going far until she was right at fire once again. Moving right for a little until she ran into the wall of fire again. She was running out of room to go and was beginning to grow frantic. She had left her companion behind in her panic and that was the mistake she should have never made. Fumbling around she managed to find someone's den and quickly crawled inside, curling herself up into a ball. She had no where to go and she had placed herself as deep within the den as she could, to try and get away from the heat and the smoke. She was still in danger and wouldn't be able to escape the poison that filled the air from the fire.

It would start with a simple dull headache that she felt was simply from the stress of her situation. All that she had put her body through and the worrying she was doing over Lucine and the others within the pack. She would slowly begin to feel as though her world was spinning and would lay her head down in an attempt to steady the feeling and her weakness would catch up with her (or so she thought). She felt the need to sleep and to recharge her batteries. She wasn't even able to think straight about how to get herself out of this situation. At least here she didn't have the heat or smoke to deal with and she felt that maybe if she would sleep that the fire would die and she could get out of here. Every sign she got that should have been a red flag was not and before long she was starting to fall asleep, letting her body fall asleep to recharge.

Her mind drifted into happiness, drifting into the happy memories that she held dear. The precious days she had with her first litter, how helpful Bass had been to her and her kids. Remembering the smell of puppy breath and to have their tiny forms snuggled so close to her. Then remembering those same moments with her second litter. As she let herself go into her happy memories her breathing began to grow shallow, her form slowly relaxing. The carbon monoxide poisoned her, killing her quietly, but to her it was a happy way to go. All the aches and pains began to fade away and before long her form grew still, no movements came from it. She mentally drifted far away and just as she had come into this world quietly, she left quietly.

-Exit Storm via. Death from Carbon Monoxide Poisoning-

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