Of Hounds and Ivy

Your head swivels around the nursery, trying to figure out what's going on. You freshly-opened eyes, only granting you sight for the past three days, have trouble adjusting to the dim moonlight that shifts and swirls around your home. A huge shape blocks the entrance to the den, nuzzling what you recently have known to be your mother. Her dark-grey and orange pelt shimmers silver as she lets out a rumbling purr. You...