Boartusk Heights when the black cloud comes, if one flame flickers

eyes open!

Dark shadows danced across the den ceiling as the boy dreamed of orange clouds burning red by the light of the sun. His paws twitched and he felt a brightness touch his face. 

Slowly, very slowly, baby blue eyes began to squint open to see the last rays of sunset before they dipped out of view. As he lay nestled in the dark cocoon of @Scoria's fur, his flailing limbs sought purchase on his blood-brother @Diego as he reached for a better view. It was beautiful and it was angry, the sky scarlet with the sun's dying breath of the day - but it was beautiful.