Turtle Island She's just a girl and she's on fire

In his current state, Noé was aware of very little beyond his small world. The warmth of his mother would arrive periodically, and with it the milk that gave him the strength to crawl and fuss over his bloodsister. She would shiver sometimes and wriggle others, and had the boy's ears unfurled yet, he would have wished they hadn't.

Nestled in warm furs, Noé was rudely awoken by a blunt nose to the ribs and began to opened his mouth in silent protest - Fabienne would find no milk here! But where darkness once greeted him, shapes and shadows now formed a kaleidoscope in his eyes. 

He was captivated. One paw reached clumsily towards his sister - a blurry lump of soot.