TW: Death and depressing topics
It was cold. So very cold. The snow blanketed the land, consuming any hint of life that may be left. He couldn't find anyone. His ma was gone, so were his sisters and brothers. No one was coming back to save him.
As he struggled to lift his paws up through the snow, he felt himself sinking further and further down, until finally, he reached a lone pine tree.
The tree offered little protection under the heavy snow that was falling and the tree was bending under the weight of it. There was simply no end to the amount of snow that was coming. He was stuck.
As he sat under the pine tree, shivering, he noticed something. It was floating yet looked like it was unbelievably graceful at the same time. A butterfly.
He knew that wherever the butterfly had come from had to be warm, and this butterfly was his only chance. He managed to gather up the little strength that he had left, and started to follow the butterfly.
Maybe his ma would be there! Maybe pa too! Oh and when he found them they could celebrate and eat till their bellies were full! And he could play with his siblings, and everyone would be laughing and- CRACK What was that sound? It sounded like it came from- THUD
He was buried. The snow on one of the branches was just too much for it to bear any longer and it finally gave way; trapping the young pup under the enormous mountain of snow.
He was stunned. He didn't know what to do. Questions consumed his thoughts. Which way was up? Where did the butterfly go? Why did it hurt to move?
As he lay there, buried under the snow, his eyes felt heavier and heavier and he couldn't get enough air into his body. Then blackness was all the young pup knew.
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