KAT
The Direwolf's Interest
"And Mommy Wolf said to her three little cubs—" Dave's voice drops to theatrical whisper that makes Hikaru's ears perk forward, white fur catching lamplight in our suite. "—'No matter where you go or how big you grow, Daddy and I will always, always love you.'"
Takeshi sparks with contentment against my chest, black fur warm despite the static electricity that grounds harmlessly through my enhanced skin. Akira watches from Dave's lap with those unsettling gray eyes that track everything, already cataloging information most eight-week-old puppies wouldn't notice. The picture book Sylvia sent from Kentucky sits open across Dave's knees, illustrations of wolf family painted in watercolors that somehow capture more emotion than photographs ever could.
"Again." H
