An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Haru! Haru!” Rin bats his rusty paw into the cavern of the sisal-wrapped, carpeted condo, ears twitching with excitement. “Come out already! I hear people walking around, it’s an open house day!” He peers into the space, furtive red gaze gleaming in the darkness. Haru huffs and tucks his sleek ebony tail more tightly around his curled up body. He snuggles deeper into his paws, desperately trying to shut out Rin’s incessant mewling. He hates when the shelter opens up the doors to let people roam around for hours.













