The brute had tracked through the wild woods for a week now since joining pookastone scowle, He need to find his herb cache of dried herbs and the Ayahuasca vine he had painstaking brought and transplanted from his birth place.  It would be months if not years of travel to obtain it again, as he drew nearer to his first packs boarders, however brief his stay in the pack had been, he became agitated. At first he could not understand why; he thought it might be because he had gone to long without his vine and it was now on the forefront of his mind, then he realized it was something else, He froze.

The hairs on his shackles all stood at attention and a low rumble that was not a whine nor a growl escaped him. He stared into the distance uncomprehending, watching the thick smoke rise. With a sharp intake of breath he realized what had been bothering him, Fire! At first his paws itched to run away then he remembered why he had come here and all else was forgotten, accept the agitation and his precious cache.

With a huff and no second thought, the brute ran towards the fire and smoke, opposite the direction every other living thing ran. He could feel the heat and his agitation grow, as he tore across the pack land, not caring if he were welcome here or not. No one in their right mind would defend land that was burning and trying to kill them, but then no one in their right mind would willingly run toward the fire either. And Zev was doing just that.

He crested the rock he had dug his den under, smoke was getting thicker and making it hard to see, the fire was closing in, the heat was barely tolerable, not that he cared or even noticed.
Although he was panting with exhaustion, his breathing his ragged more so then it should have been due to just exertion, his mind did not seem to comprehend that.

He dove into the dust covered dug and began digging though sticks and bones he had collected in his short stay here, tossing aside owl skulls until he found an empty turtle shell. He paused and stared at a skull it smelled very faintly of @Rosalin it was the one she had prepared for him. He gingerly took it and placed it in the very shell he had used to drug and heal his little bascha then he drew himself from his den coughing absently but still without care for his life. Zev moved with haste to the rear of his abandoned den and pawed his dried Yarrow, Cayenne, Rose petals’ Arnica, Aconitum into the shell then his checked his Ayahuasca vine
He sighed in relief as the vine had wrapped itself around the rock of his den and seemed to be doing well, it was a shame he had to tear it up, he paused to admire it before a branch fell sending sparks into the air and it was to close for comfort.

With grited teeth and sheer determination Zev set to work digging the ground at the base of the vine attempting to be as careful as he could to not damage the roots he would not be able to bring it all but he was going to try.
After half an hour of tireless effort, The fire was closing in breathing was all but unbearable, Zev’s tongue lolled and his pants were hoarse, he worked his paws until they were cracked and raw but he managed to get a good portion of vine dug up and worked loose. The fire had closed in on three sides, his pelt was crisp and dry at the ends.

With a groan Zev placed what he had managed to save into the shell and half carried and half dragged the shell from the blistering heat. A flaming branch cracked and fell on top of him almost pinning him completely but the branch was weak and burned. The brute let out a pained yelp and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He frantically stood and shoved the branch from his body then rolled in the dirt to extinguish the flames in his dry crisp fur coat.

With renewed strength brought on only by adreline, and possibly the bits of the Ayahuasca vine he had accidently ingested in his haste to extract it. Zev grabbed the shell and ran, he ran for all he was worth making back to the boarders of oak tree bend before collapsing. His thick and dirty coat had saved him from any severe burns to his body but his paw pads were bleeding and his breath was ragged and raspy. He’d have to treat himself, but first he wanted sleep, which was probably the furthest thing from what he actually needed. He curled himself around the turtle shell reflexively and closed his eyes coughing as he drifted in and out of consciousness