let's paint the town red

Head hung low so nose almost dragged along the ground, sickly green eyes flittering to and fro across the frozen wasteland. He moved with a disconnected purpouse, legs stiff and gait rocky as he made his way in no direction in particular. He needed to move, needed to leave but there was no leaving. Running was no longer an option. So skin streatched and strained above shoulder blades as they rolled and moved to absorb the shock of massive paws pressing against the frozen ground. At times it almost felt like his skin would tear, already hi spelt was patchy along his spine, shoulders and hips. Though muscles still lined his entire form there was nothing else aside from that, no a single ounce of fat left on his diminished frame. Once he had been well groomed and quite the looker but now his pelt was matted with stick, mud, burrs and other things he had yet to pick from his pelt. Black pelt now seemeda muddy brown and silver markings could barely be seen. Really his only notable feather was his green eyes and even those seemed more dull then usual.

Speech!