Why's the sun so bright?

Strange dreams of angels and devils had plagued Kite through most of the night. There was pain in his stomach, but it had been soothed somewhat by much needed sleep. He was enveloped by warmth and it helped to ease his dreams as he focused on that warmth. He immersed himself within it, burying his face against the welcome heat. It was only when the chirping of birds met his ears that the small lad's lashes fluttered open.

All he saw at first was white and he blinked his blue eyes a few times to see if his vision would clear. He then moved his head, realizing that the white was in fact fur. Blinking again, he lifted his head, ears tucked back against his skull. Octave was there. Had he... Kite gave a little gasp as he came to the realization that the warmth in his sleep had been Octave. He had been rubbing his face against the white man's chest all through the night. Oh, that was embarrassing. Not because it was something that he didn't like, but because he didn't know he was doing it.

Drawing back a bit, Kite instantly lurched into an apology. "I'm sorry, Octave." He then looked around the den. "How did I get here? What happened?" The last thing that he remembered was eating the flavored snow and getting sick. After that, everything was an intense blur. Though he'd pulled his head back a bit, his body was definitely still pressed against that of the larger man.