Burning out

Ever since his encounter with the strange freaking fireworm, Kea felt a little distant from the pack and his life in it. As if he had experienced something that other people couldn’t relate to. His first real brush with death, and the fears that had come with it. Fire was sacred to his family, but he couldn’t help but flinch a little when he passed the heart now. Despite all that, he would almost think the entire thing hadn’t been real if it wasn’t for the burn that had scarred his back.

He trotted along the shimmering shore, the castle at his back. This beach was as familiar to him as his own paw, and he was able to traverse it lost in his thoughts without tripping over his own paws in the process.


"Ciaran Carpathius"