I was born without this fear
It had all happened so terribly fast. One moment, he had been snuggled close and warm with mama, and then the earth had shook and rumbled beneath his feet. He hadn’t cared for the way everything had shifted, comfortable and familiar one moment, foreign and strange the next. Mama had looked at the girl then, (her sister, mama said. Pyxis), an aura of wildness about her. Filled with such fearsome determination. He had wanted to follow so badly. She might have needed him, after all.
He could be helpful, he knew it, but instead she had nudged him towards the red woman, urging him to follow. His little ears had lain flat against his skull, and he’d been about to argue, but the look mama had given him had convinced him to listen.
For a while, at least.
He watched her as she left, longing in his eyes as she ran the opposite direction. The wolf had followed her. He scowled at that, as fierce as his little blue face could make it. He doesn’t like the wolves.
He follows them home, the red woman and the wolf man, craning his neck over his shoulder every few steps to see behind him. To see if maybe mama would change her mind and take him with. He’s too young yet to understand what a plague is, to know the consequences, the risks, of braving it head on. But mama had done so, and he sees no reason he couldn’t either.
But, wily child that he is, he watches the path they take, doing his best to memorize it. He’d need to know it, after all. He couldn’t possibly leave mama out there all alone.
So he does not argue when they settle him into a grassy nook shortly after arriving. They leave him alone then, and he breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn’t think he could outrun them, not yet. But he could be very sneaky. He just knows it.
Curling up, he feigns sleep until they disappear a short distance away. Eyes popping open, he peers around him with cautious curiosity. The grass is tall. Tall enough that it hides his equine form, and thus exceptionally perfect for what he needs. Closing his eyes once more, he concentrates. He’d done it once before, he could do it again.
When he opens his eyes again, it is from a body significantly changed. Small and feline, with tiny feet, sharp claws, and wild, fluffy black hair. He blinks blue-green eyes, a nearly silent purr of pleasure rumbling across his little body. With a flick of his tail, he turns and stalks deeper into the grass, towards freedom. They might notice a blue boy trying to escape, but the body of the tiny kitten is far less conspicuous and far easier to hide.
He’d be long gone before they ever noticed.
Hopefully.
Now only this seems clear
Oops, he's already a trouble maker :|