Nearer to the fire…
It was a fire he could neither hear nor smell, though he strained his senses to the utmost. All that won him was the faintest stirrings of the hunger he had denied for some time, though it created a sense of nausea more than desire. And he caught the brush of feet over fur. It wasn’t until he tried squinting in that direction that he recognised where the blinding light source came from.
It did not help his vision, but it did give him something to aim for. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away as he took one careful step forward and then another. It was not easy, setting each limb and making sure it was steady before lifting the next, and he was exhausted anew by the time he felt something give beneath his knuckles. Thankfully, his searching hands had not encountered the items set aside for less immediate use than blankets and pillows and nothing more had been upset by his movements, though he’d knocked against a few other bunches.
He began to sag again as he tried piercing the white darkness to be sure he had arrived. And his tail started to curl around in preparation of sitting. Yet without certainty, he knew he should not settle. His ears flicked back, and then forward, his tail twitched, and finally his head turned towards where he believed his host stood. “Am I arrived, little one? The light is too much for my eyes.”
hehe shortness whoo!