Cold. So very cold.

Honor, much like her sire, was not pleased by it. She found comfort in the presence of her siblings and mother, but why must this strange new world be so damn cold? She spent most of her time tucked tightly against whatever warm body she could find, a low sense of irritation bubbling as her siblings began to wiggle and shift around her.

Were they not cold too?

Her little ears and eyes had opened, though she hadn’t used them much. The sensations were overwhelming. Too bright. Too loud. Too much. Honor was simply full of complaints.

Then came a sound she didn’t recognize.

Not mathair. Not papa. Something higher-pitched. Brighter.

Turning toward it, she stared alongside her siblings for a long moment before leaning toward the invader and suddenly letting loose a barrage of tiny puppy yips.

Strangers?

In their warmth?
In their safety?

Naw. Not today.