The Days Grown Old

You've been having this same dream for a week or so now. It makes the air in the den more frigid than needs be with no explanation. By now, you were finally able to open your eyes. Your mother's fur was white as snow accompanied by golden eyes that pierced cleanly through any soul. By observing your kin, they all had features different from mom. Dark grey stripes ran across their bodies in places along with small, scattered spots. Their main fur color looked to be a transition from brown to white.