Awaiting Adoption: Part 3
Suddenly, I'm outside in the warm, sproingy grass of a Cosmo's Den. A warm breeze blows, ruffling my fur. The tiger runs inside the den, and I folow a bamboo-lined path, squishy vine mats decorated with red flowers ploofing under my feet.
The tiger lights a few candles, and suddenly the house smells sharp and green. I take a look around.
To the left, there's a study with two red bookcases stuffed to the brim with books. There's a table and two lawn chairs. The table has a flowerpot and a blue laptop. There's a display of colorful birthstones to the right.
To the right, there's a table with two chairs carved from stone, and two fruit bowls and a basket of - ew, is that broccoli?
Next to the food, there's another table with a severely slanting pile of books. There's rugs and mats haphazardly thrown about.
Upstairs, there's a table with a telescope next to a window, and two plaques. One is for night sky observations and one's for planting. There are so many squishy vine mats up here, this time with pink flowers.
There's two shelves with couches on top of them to serve as a bed, the top one with a yellow mat and a gray wolf plushie, and the bottom one with a green mat. There's ivy hanging from planters built into the ceiling. There's also a large portrait of Peck.
"What do you think you're doing? We have to start your training."
