Brutus

My ears pick up as I hear the front door open. My person left some time ago. I smell before I see them. The last time they saw me I was a Buneary. That was some time ago, but none of that matters now. I don't know what's been going on for the past few days, but my body yearns for something. Something animalistic.

I pad into the front room and see and am overwhelmed with a desire. What is that desire? I'm unsure. I turn away from a low rumble in the base of my chest.