We felt them turning us into their houses, touching the beautiful sky higher than we had ever hoped to be.

He pulls himself up, all father now.

What words can't express, absence of words must express. (Or maybe I'm just a lazy writer.)

The blanket slides off my fur, its offer of warmth no longer needed. I stand up, on all fours, fast and fierce.

It's my first story here. I apologize in advance for any confusion it causes in you, dear reader. See the comment for an explanation (afterwards!).