Miss Kelly, I'll Get the Baby.

Miss Abigail is dead. How? She was bleeding inside. No telling what that critter did to her innards. Miss Vaula, we have to leave the house. We need to leave now. What I found there was swaddled in a wool blanket. Still bloody. In truth, I am unsure what could have prepared me for what I... Beheld, wrapped so carefully on the floor,. Hardened by a war, I should have been startled by nothing. The creature reminded me of a newborn pup with its elongated snout. Short, matted fur covering pink skin, silently sleeping, dreaming the dreams of wolves.