Of Hounds and Ivy

You bury your face in your sibling's fur. You know that their name is Boulderkit. You shut your eyes tight, feeling your tail curl over your paws. It's quiet for a moment before you are suddenly lifted into the air by your scruff, paws flailing. You've been found! You are set in between your mother's paws as she gives you a gentle, calming lick on the top of your head. You turn and see the cat there again.