There is the sound of the scratching outside the door, quick and in rapid procession. Whatever was making the noises had been desperate to get inside.
Then it tries sticking its snout under the door, sniffing under it to try and get a good smell of the Inside of the house.
It starts whining
Dark sits up, staring at the door.
They quietly took off their scarf to go outside, peering out the window to survey the scene first.










