She Allowed 20 Freezing Cats Into Her Cabin the Blizzard By Morning

Their fur was matted with ice, their tails were stiff, their eyes burned gold through the snow. Alarov slammed the door shut and braced it with her back as claws skidded on metal, not attacking, slipping. Alarov laughed, raw, defiant, because humans laughed when the universe tried to kill them. Alarov was there in a heartbeat, hands on a chest smaller than her helmet, compressions, hard, relentless, while warriors loomed, trembling with restrained violence. Because when the storm comes, humans don't run.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.