First the flames roared; they danced and leapt and rushed through a frenzy of burning. The smoke billowed and the embers sparked out like stinging fireflies that singed the fur and ate at sensitive skin. Nothing gave her a break: the smoke smothered, the flames flickered, the very earth pulled at her legs like a nightmarish beast intent on consuming her. Desperately she lunged away from the fire surrounding her only to be surrounded once more. Surely she would die by the burning and the smothering... until a single harmony burst from her throat, and everything grew still.The smoke drew away.
The ashen ground grew firm beneath her as she sunk to her knees, energy draining from her to put forth that singular musical sound.
And as her head drooped to rest on the earth, it seemed as though the fire whispered and crept close, drawing itself into her fur with muted tongues of red and embers of white.
She fell asleep, and so did the fire.