"Welcome, my child" Said a very feminine and soft voice.

I tried to move, but my members felt like jelly, and all I manage to do was scratching the floor until something wet passed through my back and my eyes. It felt good, and just then I realize how filthy I was, as I got all the goop off of me. And then I opened my eyes, only to see a gigantic snout in front of me.

I jumped and whined, getting a laugh from the snout. Wait, what? I meet a pair of lovely brown eyes and earned another lick. Them I looked down, only to see a pair of tiny paws with little claws. What! I whimper again, and this time I received a poke from the snout. Then another. Then another.

Ok, ok, what do you want! I'm having I crisis here! Pomp, pomp.

"Stand up, time to eat"

She was trying to… make me stand? How with this tiny chubby members? She insisted, poking me again, helping me keep my balance. She then guided me slowly to her belly, where a tasty smell engulfed my senses, and before I realize I was drinking her milk.

Wow, couldn't get stranger, could it?

Was I…a puppy? How? I wasn't a puppy, I was… what? No, I'm a puppy, but why I don't feel like one? There is something strange, a sensation…

I yawn, linking my nose with my tiny tongue, and crawled away to sleep.

***

Well, I figure out a few things; first of all, we are not dogs, we have the appearance of one – a black Doberman – but in one month I was already big, like horse size big, like not normal dog size big. Second of all, this place was dangerous; my brother and I watched mom hunt and well… where should I begin?

She exploded.

She grow double her size, her black fur changed into scales, and below them and inside her mouth there was fire, a living flame burning inside her and escaping through the gaps. And the things she hunted… were cows with three horns and six legs, deer with razor sharp teeth, monkeys with four big arms.

Mom is amazing, going to give her that. And my brother is annoying.

He wants to play all–the-goddamnit-time. Like, is late, I'm trying to sleep, so don't start chewing on my ears! That's was when I learned that I could throw a fireball, as well as that we're immune to fire, not that I tried to burn my brother or anything like that – cough.

And the third thing… well, it was in a stormy night, we were hiding inside a cave; as creatures made of fire, we didn't like water very much; for two days and, as mother went to hunt, we had nothing to do, and even my annoying brother ended all his plays and games and went to sleep.

I wasn't tired so I went to the entrance of the cave, looking out at the storm, and took in my reflection on a puddle of water. Brown eyes like my mother, but not as warm and welcoming, black fur with some spots of brown on the chest and snout, very similar to my brother, as both our expressive faces were marked with eyebrow-like brown round spots, but I was bigger and didn't have brown like gloves upon my paws.

-Appraisal completed-

Name:???

Gender: Male

Race: Hell Hound

Age: 0

Level: 1

HP: 100-100

MP:15-15

SP:250-250

Attributes: Fire, Shadow

Titles: The Wise, Angry One, Reincarnated

Attacks: Claw, Bite, Fireball 1

Magic: Appraisal 1, Fire resistance 5, Hell Form 0

Status: Bored

Wait, what? Where is this information coming from? I look again at the puddle, but nothing happens. Weird… Wait, it said appraisal right? I looked at myself again, and thought: appraisal.

Them the same information appeared again.

"Holly fu-"

Ding – Hound language 1

W-wait, give me time to breath here! Appraisal means to… analyze something right? Then I ended up doing it to myself? It's a type of magic then, like the fireball? And I won't even start that I almost swore my first words. Mother would chew me ear off, ugh.

I stood up, clawing my way inside the howling cave, and sat straight beside my brother, feeling eager for a change. I looked at the floor. Maybe it will work on other things as well?

Appraisal – Rock

…

Just that?

Appraisal – Rock

Appraisal – Rock

Appraisal – Rock

… Then how about… I turned to my brother and said Appraisal – Dumb Brother.

…

Well, I wouldn't disagree… I mean, oi! Don't speak badly of my brother!

Ding – Title earned – Doting Brother

Sigh, I give up understanding it. I lay down, putting my head on my paws, only to have my brother seconds later lying on me. Sigh.

Mother spoke little with us, occupied as she was with hunting and producing milk in the past weeks, but now that I was able to speak I will ask her. Specially that reincarnated one. What does it mean? I though as I closed my eyes to sleep.