Talk:Hellhound/@comment-26115871-20151130230918

One night I awaken to find something small and furry is covering my chest. Upon turning on the light I find a hellhound baby/pup is snuggled against my chest. I soon gently lift her off of my chest and quickly search the house. All the doors and windows are locked, and when I think about it, it occurs to me that no hellhounds live around here. No, that's not quite true: perhaps four leagues to the north is an active volcano, and it wouldn't surprise me if there were a hellhound and husband living near there. I ultimately decide she can stay for now: I'll figure out what to do with her in the morning. But as I get back in bed and turn off the light, I find myself unable to set a question aside.

So I'll ask you: How Did She Get There?