Feel the Thunder [Urgent meeting]

Now that he was a year old everything was different, not just with himself but with the whole world it seemed. He was taller than his father now but not as sturdily built but his paws were at least proportionate to his gangly body.

He had seen the smoke and flame from his father’s den, the hellish scene had unsettled him and too late he realized how close Poem was to the explosion. He stood before his grand-uncle, tears welling in his eyes at the thought of never seeing his friend again and could only hope they would help Abaven in some way.