He found a barn; it was warm and more importantly, uninhabited, at least for the moment. Grazhash sat on the floor, lowering his red-furred body to the ground and resting his lower jaw on a small bundle of old hay. His claw-tipped feet tapped impatiently on the wooden floorboards while his mind formulated tactics as best he could given the horrible circumstances.
His eyes had no whites; yellow irises set in midnight blue. His face, which a human might describe as wolf-like, was covered in luxuriant red fur. An elegant black-tipped nose - moist with his breath - and a long lipless mouth with a double row of white teeth completed his visage. His ancestors had been predators. His ears were once large and fan-shaped to better funnel sound in the dense atmosphere of his planet. The painful sur
