Stand In The Rain

The young brute limped through the forest. His icy blue colored optics looked throughout the plains as thunder rolled throughout the clouds. He was alone and he didn't know where he was. With a broken leg, things couldn't get worse until now. Rain poured down onto the young wolf as he whimpered and shivered from the cold of the rain. He was hungry and missed his siblings, his eyes showing no life now it would seem.

A tree happened to come into view. Walking inside, he would lie down and shiver from the cold. Whimpering he didnt know if he was ever going to get home and pain and the cold continued to get to the child as he closed his eyes and wrapped into a ball; wondering what his next move would be.