The fire crackled all around me. Who was I anymore?
I looked down at my trembling hooves, still slick with unspeakable liquids in the glint of the flames.
All this...
My gaze lifted up again. How many had been lost? A dozen? Two dozen?
My ears swiveled at the sound of a faraway building's collapse.
No, hundreds.
I ground the pickle juice-coated hoof into the dirt beneath me.