I looked at the gnawed bone on the floor, then at the empty ice cream tub. I felt the phantom weight of fur receding, the civilized part of my brain clicking back online, bringing with it the embarrassment of social norms.
Every room was a different biome. The hallway was a narrow canyon; the laundry room was a damp, dark cave.
“You okay?” she asked, her voice still half-snarl.