The Days Grown Old

You sit in place, enjoying how the fur beneath you was a cut clean contrast to the snow that threatened to hide you away till winter's conclusion. With a small hint of your tail wagging, you look around yourself. A strange light was dancing in place just inside the wall. 'Where was the one that brought you here?' you'd ask yourself. The room was colorful and with the sniff of your nose, you could smell something cooking in the other room.