He was running, his paws pounding against the ground in a thunderous fast paced rhythm. He felt free, passing the green landscape at blistering speed.
He slowed taking in all the sights and smells.
Ahead of him appeared another wolf, tan in colour with blonde patch on the chest.
The scent from the other wolf filled him, lifted him, captivated him.
Luminous green eyes drew him in.
He drew closer, she was almost close enough to touch.
The phone only had to ring once to wake House from his dreamless slumber.
He let it ring.
The answer machine sounded and beeped.
"House, it's me, pick up the phone." sounded Wilson's voice.
House groaned and rolled from the bed leaving a disgruntled kitten beneath the thick blankets as he pulled on a pair of boxers.
"Yeah, what's up?" House growled picking up the phone.
"Just wondering if you're feeling any better."
"Really? That's why you called?"
Wilson sighed deeply. "I'm worried about Cameron, after yesterday I thought you'd..."
"I'll be there in half an hour." House said succinctly before hanging up.
He hobbled quickly to the kitchen, if he was going to see Cameron he'd need to do so on a full stomach. For her sake, now that he knew what he was.
He sat devouring a massive plate of bacon and eggs.
A kitten bounded up to him and brushed against his ankle.
"You hungry kid?"
"Mraow."
He chopped up a slice of cooled cooked bacon and put it in a bowl and poured milk into a saucer.
House leaned against the counter eating his own breakfast and observing the kitten happily wolf down its own meal, purring gently all the while.
He briefly pondered why the kitten wanted to save him and why he wanted to save the kitten.
And the Doctor Dolittle connection they seemed to share.
Speaking of which.
"Hey, not in here." House said loudly. "Come on."
He stood and moved to the door, the kitten following him loyally.
He opened the door; she sat expectantly at the threshold staring up at him.
"You've got ten minutes. Don't get dead and don't get pregnant."
"Meaow." she said brushing his ankle once more before bounding out into the street.
"I mean it young lady." he said closing the door.
House cleared his plate and then left to get dressed. All the while thinking deeply about the events of last night. He hoped that Cameron was okay and wondered what, if anything, he could say to her about last night.
Nothing, he decided. She would never have to know that he was her gruesome murderous saviour.
"Mraow." sounded from outside of the door.
House stood up and moved to the door.
"You're a minute early but that doesn't mean you're off the hook if you talked to the tom cat next door."
She sat staring up at him once more completely ignorant of his threats and her eyes filled with concern as if she was able to sense his uneasy thought's from a moment before.
"Don't give me that look kid." he said picking up the kitten and setting her on his right shoulder once more.
She leaned against his head a purred soothingly.
House rubbed his knuckles at the side of her head in thanks as he gathered up his things for work whilst laying down the law for his new room mate.
"No scratching of any kind. No climbing of the curtains. No touching of the piano. And any time you need to "go" there's newspaper in the kitchen. I'll get a proper litter tray while I'm out."
"Mreaow." she said flexing her claws into his shoulder slightly as if in protest of the idea of him leaving her.
"You're just going to sleep all day anyway."
Her tail flickered in indignation.
"Hey, enough of that tail swishing." he admonished. "I go to work, you sleep. Trust me I'd rather it was the other way about. Especially after last night."
She purred quietly trying to comfort her master, pressing her head to his ear.
"Thanks. I need to think of a name for you." he said quietly lifting her from his shoulder to the back of the couch. "What do you think?"
"Meow-rowr." she mewed.
"Emm no, that's a bit hard to pronounce and Cameron would think it was cute."
"How about..." his eyes flickered around the room and settled on his piano, "... Steinway? Nah, it's a bit masculine. How about Sway? Like it?"
"Mreaow." she mewed in approval.
"Good. Right, well I'll see you later, Sway."