Irish Cream

Born deaf and blind, Irish Cream was destined to be the next herbalist. Being blind and deaf caused him troubles for the 4 1/2 months of his short life; from running into others to not hearing nor seeing the danger, which cost his life.
He snuck out of camp and into the forest, he scented something odd. Little did he know that was his last time in camp. Using his nose, he trekked through the forest, trying to find whatever gave off the scent. The scent stopped suddenly. He turned to go back but lost which way he was facing. It had started raining, so following his scent trail would be impossible by now. He started to cry out in hopes that his pack would hear him. One howl, nothing. Two howls, nothing. By the third howl, he heard rustling in the bushes next to him. He yipped happily but was met with a sharp pain on his sides. Irish Cream barked, spooked, he thought it might have been his mother, but the gripped tightened by the second. He tried to break loose but he was too weak against the strong jaws. The last thing he heard was the celebratory howls, barks, and yips from the coyotes before slipping away to the darkness.