I shook my head, I was a lonely pup in my mama's den.
Mama would tell me stories of strange wolves, the ones that lived down in the valley. Mama always told the best stories.
But recently Mama hasn't been doing much storytelling.... She tells me to go to the back of the den, she tells me to be safe.
Then she walked away.
My Mama was beautiful, she had a silver pelt like the moon that always sparkled. Her eyes were little grassy beads, always filled with love for me and my litter mates. My litter mates have left as well... I don't know why, they just slowly disappeared one by one... Anyway my Mama was really pretty
She had jet black paws and three warm and fluffy white tails, they were very fun to chase.
I lay in our nest, for the first time I felt cold, like really cold... And alone. I whimpered, "Mama?" Hoping that she would step out of the shadows and curl herself around me, her scent smelled like the valley, making me always wonder what it was like down there....
But why hasn't Mama gotten back yet? Where's Rain and Sand....
Id never felt so lonly, part of me wanted to leave the den, but I promised Mama that is stay right here... And I wouldn't move until she got back, she told me she'd be back in 2 sun rises. I wonder how many sunrises have past by now?
I nuzzle into our soft fluffy nest, which was made of the softest feathers and snow you could lay your paws on.
My throat choked up, 'why isn't she back...' I wondered feeling wet tears drop down my cheeks. 'She'll be back, she's probably just going to get some more feathers for our nest, or bringing home Sand and Rain...'
My fur was brown, with tiny white speckled dots across my back like a deer fawn. Mama said that the beautiful morning sun was the first thing she saw when I was born, so Mama named me Dawn.
The snow grew colder as time passed, I was beginning to feel weak and hungry. "Mama..." I whimpered cloaking up once more. I cried myself to sleep, as I did every night now. I wanted Mama... I wanted her so much that it hurt, I coughed I hadn't been feeling very good lately.... I sniffled, my pelt was dirty and ragged and my eyes felt frozen from tears. My once green eyes, had changed to an ice blue.
I was only 4 moon-fills old at the time, I still miss Mama. I miss her so much that it hurt
But I knew inside that I had to leave.

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