burn me

Chaos breathed out something between a curse and what might have been a prayer if he'd believed in anything, when Asvor and Rhythm both staggered up in answer to his call. He moved quickly to support Rhythm with his shoulder, throwing a sweeping glance over the flame-lit hills. No one else seemed to be coming - he wasn't sure if his warning had been too late for anyone else who made their dens here, if they'd been elsewhere, or if the fire and smoke had cut fellow escapees off from his view. He hoped that they'd simply been elsewhere, because at this point he was helpless to rescue anyone caught by the flames. Besides, he couldn't risk his father's mate in the smoke and fire, blind and elderly as she was. "I haven't seen her yet," he told Asvor, forcing calm into his voice despite the worry that clawed at his belly. "We'll keep looking for her and anyone else who needs help while we move. Right now we need to get Rhythm out of here before that fire gets closer." Or a buffalo ran over all three of them in its own panicked flight. Wouldn't that be a little ironic. "Rhythm, keep your shoulder against mine," he coughed. "I'll be your eyes."