Escape!

Catching his breath, little Shiro lifted his head and looked around where he had stopped. Nothing looked familiar, and when he sniffed at the air he couldn’t find his family’s anywhere. That was when he got sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, mixed with the bubbling that his illness still had on him. This was a bad idea, bad bad bad! It didn’t go away either, an unfamiliar voice speaking, a stranger stepping forward from the shifting fog ahead.

The pup's head slowly rose, pale blue eyes meeting the same but only for a moment before he quickly looked away. "N-no... I'm not..." He spoke softly, unable to hide the tremble in his voice. He should not have been here, he should of just stayed in the den under the eyes of Squirrel. Sniffling, a paw rose to wipe away the snort coming from his nose, coughing then stepping back. He could just run back, but, which way did he come from?