Fallen Angel

He padded slowly across the Basin, hind end hopping slightly with each stride. It helped to do something. Scouting for a place to escape to if the Volcano grew worse. It took his mind, if for the moment, away from his love’s fading health.

He paused and gazed around, fathomless sapphires searching and assessing. He knew the Nomads favored this place as a camp site. This place, like much of Boreas, would be covered in ash, regardless of distance from the Volcano.

His grandmother Erani had told himself and his sisters long stories of her past, from her pup-hood, to the eruption of Mt Animi in the Old Lands. The eruption had utterly decimated Alacritis and sent all the packs fleeing, thanks to the warning from Glaciem, while it was under the Chieftainship of Crusade Ancora.

He wasn’t entirely certain if this eruption would require evacuations from the lands they knew at large. Could he bear to leave the graves of his mother, his father, his grandmother and grand-uncle… Cairo the first? A sigh hushed from his jaws and he turned to survey the lands around him.