Harder The Heart, Harder It Breaks

*Mortar* · 12-03-2015, 03:35 PM

A soft whine slipped past his lips as he trudged through the snow. It was cold and the wind had been battering him all morning and he was beyond tired. It'd been days since he'd eaten anything worthwhile and it definitely showed. At four months old he wasn't even remotely prepared to be on his own and more than anything the boy missed his family. Between his parents death and his siblings missing... well he'd never felt more alone than now.

He wasn't even sure where he was anymore. When he and his sibling had been snatched up they'd had no idea where they were being taken. Now with his siblings missing he'd wandered farther and farther away than ever and he didn't recognize anything. It was still absolutely freezing though, that much hadn't changed, and his breath came out in icy puffs. His paws felt numb and he realized he hated it here. Whatever the place had looked like before Winter, he couldn't tell but he supposed it had to be better than right now.

He was tired of walking. Even for a child he knew he had no where to go now and no place to be. Without a set destination in mind he realized it was pointless to keep going. With no shelter in sight he just flopped where he was and lay down in the snow with his head on his paws. With no one in sight he closed his eyes and began to doze off. All he could think of was how tired he felt and at least if he slept he wouldn't have to feel the loneliness until he woke up.

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Harder The Heart, Harder It Breaks

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