Ailwin Ryann |PF|*He choked as the smoke filled his lungs, the stench of death and burning hair all around him. Those that had tried to run were savagely beaten. Their cries of pain echoed around him, he'd forever remember the sound of strong, proud tigers being forced to kneel, to beg. He kept glancing around warily, wanting to find the voice from his past but wanting to ensure he kept enough attention on himself that his siblings could get away. Turning back the way he came, he swore for an instant he saw Illy's terrified, tear-stained face through the low ferns, but that was impossible, he was too far away. Nevertheless, he didn't see them. Or, if he had, they were safely into the foliage that would protect them as long as they just kept running.*