Fly Me to the Moon

He leaned forward, looking at the small girl as she leaned against his paw. So tiny, so breathtakingly, unbelievably tiny. He had never seen a tinier pup in all of his life. She extended her claws, showing her tiny little needles as she flexed her knuckles. He couldn’t help it, he laughed softly.

He raised his own paw, holding it gently next to her, turning it over, and flexing his own claws. Extended, onle long sharp, curved claw was about the size of her face. “I think they need to be a little longer before you can climb trees. But… you can hold on pretty well, right? Perhaps, if you promise to hold on to me really tight, i’ll take you up to our tree house?”


"Mortis Fatalis"