Firestorm Chapter 1 - Wildflower Field
Miller stood quietly, worry gnawing at him and growing worse by the minute. Before him stood a large group of esk of every size and shape, from all corners of the world. They murmured and meandered around a large rock which previously had propped up the Wanderer Vetru as he made his speech. The day now fully begun, and speech over, Miller was quite unsure what to do with himself.
He sat back on his haunches and moved his front paws in a kneading motion in an attempt to dispel his extra energy. A group of large esk started to move towards him and he danced out of their way, darting underneath a nearby bush. He swore the ground shook as they passed and he decided then that this was not the place for him. Clearing his eyes with his nictitating membrane, old memories clawed at the edge of his subconscious, memories of a crowd of humans, of screams…
Shaking his head, he ran into the field of wildflowers that bordered t