THE FERALS PAGE 1

“What are they doing, Mommy?” A little girl with brown pigtails in her hair and a super clean dress tugged at her mother’s perfectly pressed business pants. She pointed towards the now invisible wall before them.

“Oh, that is what Feral’s do when they are frightened, honey. Guess we picked the wrong time of day to come see them. We can try again another weekend.” The mother walked back to their vehicle hovering just above the ground about thirty feet away.

She didn’t have to wait to see if her daughter followed. The obedient child was right on her footsteps. As soon as she was close enough to the vehicle, a male voice spoke, “Welcome back Mrs. Nobilis and little Ms. Nobilis. Are we heading home now?” The doors opened on their own to allow entry.

There wasn’t a steering wheel since the car drove itself. “Yes, Currus, home it is.”

“Very well.” As soon as they were both securely inside and buckled up, the car rose in the air and swiveled back in the direction it came. With a silent “woosh” they went home.

Back at the invisible wall, the huddled balls of fur shook until the wall solidified again. Finally, several tall figures and two small ones separated from each other. They began smoothing out their white and light gray soft fur with hands just like those humans who came to gawk at them. If it wasn’t for the fur and yellow eyes, sharp teeth, and claws; they may have looked just like them. 

One in a tattered dress went over to the two shorter ones and knelt down to them. Her face rubbed against them while she purred loudly. “It is alright now, my kits. Those nasty humans are gone.” The kits wrapped their long grey and white tails around their mother but didn’t speak.