Bearclaw Valley the black cat

Mind if we set this to present day?

Avicus, on the other hand, was equally fascinating to Aventus.

He knew only that his legs matched his mother's fur and knew nothing of how the rest of him looked, but he knew that Avicus was wildly different from Astara. In the den's gloom, it was difficult to tell just how ruddy her fur was, but even in the dark she was a little flame standing in stark contrast against their dam's dark stomach. At any given time, his infant eyes were drawn to her—a phenomenon that might become very normal for her in her later life. How could wolves not stare at vibrant fur like hers?

No surprise that when she woke him from his nap, Aventus' eyes went instantly to Avicus' red figure. Not that they could've gone anywhere else; she was crowding into his space, lipping his fur and sniffing. With a disgruntled growl, the boy shrugged off her ministrations and clambered to his feet with a searching look to his sibling's blue-eyed face.