T-Tunder....
Ravage trembled, hiding his tiny little frame under his ragged blankie that he had been dragging around, the material frayed, tattered, and completely dirtied, but it was the only thing the little one had for shelter after being caught out in the storm while exploring. Whimpering as another loud crash of thunder shook the ground and rattled his tiny frame, the sparkling cowered, barely even seen from where he trembled under the dirty, ragged blankie on the ground.
