The young wolf sighed as he awoke. Keeping his eyes closed, he listened to the sound of the rain against the window above him, a distant rumble echoing through the otherwise silent house letting him know that the storm wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon, which was just fine as far as he was concerned. Slowly cracking an eye open, the canine could see that his mechanical right arm was still slowly stroking the small bundle of fur atop his chest. Smiling, he simply lay there, listening to the gentle rain against the glass above him as he watched his daughter sleep, the occasional purr letting him know how she was.
Unable to resist, the father of six months gently blew on the fur along his daughter’s exposed back. At first nothing happened. Slowly, the purring stopped as the small black and orange ball of fuzz started to shift as she slowly awoke. Yawning, the kitten stretched, a series of small claws extending from her fingers