Light can through the window, it’s raze hitting the glass pan and filtered over the wooden floor. Lying on the floor, the young lady felt the chill of the hard floor under her chin. Her ears stood strait, listening to the wind tap against the glass. Inching forward, the brown pup’s nose stopped just at the edge of the window shaped cast of sun that painted across the floor. Resting her head along outstretched forelimbs, she watched the shadows her moving ears made in the light.
It was a peaceful day, though winter still raged outside the mansion’s walls. She had sought sanctuary within it, but only after venturing out of doors the moment she woke. She had taken to sleeping inside with the rest of the pack. Things in the den hadn’t been the same, but she spent more time in the house anyways so the transition wasn’t a difficult one. A soft blanket lay along the floor, surrounded by a few books creating her living room camp-out. Most were large and featured more photos then words. Reading was coming to her slowly, but she enjoyed the pictures much more then their captions.
The peace and quiet made her lazy, though she felt the energy brewing in her veins. Her sudden boredom caused her to roll to her side, looking out the window to watch the wind pick up the fallen snow. It flew sideways in the air. Mati watched the mock blizzard, her mind drifting off into her vast imagination.
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