Or maybe he has a terrible grain allergy. Louis could have just put it like that. But he didn't. The smoke is addling his brain. It's reasonable to suppose whatever creatures are left are dead. So much smaller than him, so frail. He should know; he kills them with a bite.

Whatever his physiological situation, he is not immune to fire. He shies from it as anyone should, kicking aside a burning bit of wood before he grabs one end of a bag of feed.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he curses under his breath. He can hardly believe a fire can burn so much in this cold. "How did this happen?!"