Ashes to ashes

I wrote a tiny segment from my story and drew this to accompany it ^w^ When Storm was 10, his parents were murdered and his home was burnt down. (is it burnt or burned??) So here he is, cradling his little sister while watching his life vanish in dancing crimson.
I should have drawn Echo's scarf, but I couldn't get it to fit properly orz I know the proportions are a bit off, but I like the way Storm's expression turned out It's not perfect, but I gave up after I got tired of redrawing sections. Also, I decided that because Echo has white fur in her ears and Storm has owl wings, he should have black spots on his wings.
It was at this moment that Storm became so overprotective of Echo. I think it's understandable though ^w^ 

If you're interested, here is the story segment (See I left it until the end so you didn't have to read it if you didn't want to c; )

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Storm stood, stupefied, as he watched his life burn down in front of his eyes. As flames crackled on the wood like a beast devouring the unlucky remnants of a life, his whole world slowed down.
Dimly, he was aware of his little sister crying in his arms. Her blood smearing onto his shirt. Sirens screamed in the distance.
What happened? What went wrong?
A hand fell on his shoulder, attempting to pull him away. A different set tried to take his burden. Talking at him the whole time. He didn't hear them. He didn't hear anything. A growl leaked from between his teeth. He pulled her closer. "You can't! You can't take her too!! I won't let you!!" She screamed as they pried her away. "No!!" He tried to fight them. But the smoke, it was making him dizzy. They pushed him back, forcing something on his face.
Straining his eyes through the crowd -when did they get there?- he tried desperately to locate his sister. Fresh air poured through his system. Oh! There she was! She had a mask too. But.. She was still crying. Oh God, please don't cry. He tried to reach out to her. Tell her he'd protect her.
What? No! Something blocked his vision. A firefighter stood in front of him. "It's going to be okay son." Storm's eyes fluttered closed.
Okay? How? 

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Let me know what you think