I stand there, my torso shivering in the rain. The sun on the horizon didn't want to give away to the stars just yet. My mind aches from even the slightest noise.
I'm getting weaker by the day.
Each step I take i get weaker, but I get stronger. The sky is an orange never ending ceiling above me. The breeze felt just like air, it didn't help with the heat.
I can tell, im starting to get heatstroke. My stomach is empty, im lucky to even find anything around here. I know I will always have water as long, as I follow this river up stream.
I left without a trace, no one knows where I am. My white ears now brown from the mud drying. My jet black pelt, different colors, I'm not me anymore. My only hope is the northern star, where my friends are. I even made up a short poem to help me get by.
Pine trees, covered this valley, leaving only paw prints behind me, im determined to walk a mile. Leaves rushed, as I crushed them underneath my small jet black paws. "Your almost here" I said to myself, knowing I wasn't. snarls echoed through out this old valley, but one stood out. A grizzly bears snarl, right behind, I knew this might be the last breath I take.