Prey's eyes opened sharply at the scent of smoke. He coughed the foul scent before peeling the heat pricking at his pelt. Fire. He quickly jumped off his special spot on the couch, where he had been sleeping. He looked out through the window, it was night, and nobody was awake. But he was too busy running running out of the living room and trying to find and exit, to question how a fire would start in the middle of the night. The lights were off so it was impossible to see, but that didn't matter, Prey knew the house like the back of his paw.