Brush Fire 2

I follow my nose, searching for the flames. All i can smell is smoke, and the heat of the jungle rising.

I expect for the heat to scorch my pelt, but it doesn't. Then, I hear a strangled cry.

"Help me! Please!" the call makes my stomach churn with pity. I hurry to the sound, looking for it origin. Then I see a large silver wing flop through the trees and down the the ground. A winged lion falls out of a tree, crushing the undergrowth at the base. I wait for him to get up, but he doesn't move.

I roar, attempting to get his attention, but still to no avail. His wing looks injured from from the fall, so i leap to his side, trying to help.

"Get up, please get up." I murmur to myself. His eyes flutter open, then shut again. A curse leaves my mouth, so I try to hoist him to my back. Fortunately he isn't that heavy, so I am able to carry him- albeit slowly- through the jungle.

"Almost there." I whisper. But our route is suddenly cut short by a 40 foot wall of flame. Why couldn't I feel it? I should be scorched by now, but my pelt showed no sign of damage.

I see a small gap in the flames by the river. If I remember right, there's a bridge not 30 yards down stream, and I am GOING to make it. I won't let this stranger down, not on my life.

As I clear the bridge, the adrenaline pumping through my system fades. The Fire won't reach this side of the bank, so for the moment we are safe. I scan my surroundings, and drag my charge as gently as I can to the shelter of a large fallen tree, and collapse from exhaustion