Fyre's heart beat faster, making him run. He ran as fast as he could go, forepaws and back paws scrabbling against the hard dirt ground. His brown hair whipped in his face because it had grown long as of late. But it didn't matter; he'd heard the roar in the sky and it set him off in a flurry of animal instinct. The thunder itself terrified him, but even more than that, the knowledge that rain would soon follow.

Since the crescent moon, he'd been like this. Or at least that long. Before the clouds rolled in, Fyre saw a perfect round disk of a moon, so how long was that? He scrabbled against a bounder set in the ground, almost losing his balance. A high pitched keen escaped his mouth though he never stopped running. This was the only life he knew--being cold, or hungry, terrified, and angry, so angry at everything. But he didn't know why. His mind existed in a kind of craze, dictated by the instincts of a fox. But then, he was a fox wasn't he?

Before the rain could start, he spotted a forest with the tallest trees he'd ever seen and darted inside their cover, the white tip of his tail the last thing to vanish into their depths. At least here, he could be safe from the rain.