Motivation

There was a stranger on the horizon. He was coated in slate-gray drapes contrasted by a milk-white underbelly. Slanted green, wolf-like eyes studied the surface of the new terrain. It seemed eerily barren ahead and the perpetual optimist paused. For once in his careless breeze there was hesitation, the dangle of a slender paw. He wasn’t sure what lay ahead and there was an unusual atmosphere in this place. He was comforted only by the wan sunlight of morning dripping onto the earth and highlighting his thin fur. Despite his reservations he plodded on, curious by the unusual nature of this place.

As he drew nearer he realized there were trees indeed. Skeletal, spindly trunks reached upwards, coated in ice. His slim forelimbs shuddered as he passed through the region. He was not well-suited to Winter, it seemed. Or at least this cold. He was beginning to think perhaps his siblings were better off… Hunger had begun to gnaw at the muscle around his ribs, letting his body slowly begin to fade away. He was a fraction what he had been. But his spirit remained and he was determined to find something worth his adventure. He had to learn more. He hoped that they fared well in the cold and it was his only misgiving as he made his way forward, through this beautiful, yet intimidating, land of ice.