Seriously?!!!!

The air still stings with salt so high above the sea. It's a strange combination of sharp white and verdant green, rich and pleasant. A boundary space: on one side the open air, cold and playful; on the other the forest, humid and dark. Seiji wanders along here, his muted footfalls rendering him more shadow than anything else. A slip of black there on the edge of the cliffs. He is watching the seabirds. Enjoying the view. Ambling along at a pace much slower than his usual. Rain sprinkles his flanks and lies in beads along the thin growth of his mane, but it doesn't fall too hard, yet. Out in the distance, the ocean turns thoughtfully in its bed. Whitecaps running back and forth over a deep blue surface. Seiji pauses to watch something break the surface, far out. Something large. His ears come forward in concentration. And he's so busy watching he doesn't smell the smoke, at first. Then like a switch in his brain: smoke. Fire! His head twists in the direction of the scent. His dark eyes flicker toward the trees. Light-speed contemplation: fire + forest = bad news. The wood is wet, quite green, but if it manages to catch... And is that a voice? Crying out somewhere distant? Seiji's ears tilt back and he lunges forward. Races along the cliff, quiet still despite his urgency, his footfalls muffled by the new greaves on his hind legs. Only the brush crackles and churns around him, giving way to his frantic charge. Closer now: a thin purl of smoke rising high into the pallid air. Seiji leaps a bush and then spies the stranger at last: black and gold, an animate storm cloud. Spewing verbal insults rather than thunder. Seiji's haunches tuck and his hind hooves dig in, dragging him to an abrupt stop. Then he stands breathing hard, mostly with the effort of that last exertion. His dark eyes travel over the pile of charred branches. Over the burns on the stranger's legs. Slowly, one of Seiji's ears twists forward. The other remains back. He blinks at the stranger. Gestures toward the pile of branches. Toward the stranger again. What are you doing? Then a step forward, neck outstretched. A pointed gaze down at the burned places. Are you all right? There doesn't seem to be much fire left; Seiji doesn't worry about that. He worries more about what this tall, gangly youth is up to here in the woods with no supervision.

@Hertz