The feeling of wanting someone to take care of him in many ways he can't understand and the pain of nothing helping him at this point. He wants to curl up and cry in agony, he's never been in this much pain. Tears gather in his deep blue eyes, he can't stop them from falling down his cheeks in pitiful streams with wimpers of agony and fear. But his legs are weak and he falls back into the snow, another painful wave rolling through his lower stomach and spine. He's too vulnerable to anyone attacking him, to weak to put up a fight when an alpha or dangerous men come to hurt him. He slowly staggers to his feet, knowing that he needs to get out of here. Panting at the pain in his lower belly, the friction in the cold snow - starting to freeze his fur - probably leaving frozen marks against his skin. Slick and sticky liquid slides down his legs, a desire to be filled up by someone stronger and perfect for caring for him. Whining pitifully about the whole ordeal, hating how he feels. He shifts his hips into a small pile of snow, trying to cause friction to release him of his pain. Almost howling for help from someone, no matter who the person is that comes to his aid. He knows he needs to get going or he will be either killed by knights of the kingdom he finds himself in or hunted for his fur.īut he can't seem to make his legs work, another wave makes him whine loudly in pain. He doesn't understand the sudden feeling to rut against the cold snow, to find some release from this pain that makes him feel so odd and so - so, he can't even find a word for it. But he feels tired and weak, a sudden odd feeling rushing through his private parts - odd - he thinks. Hoping that the pain would go away soon so he can make it to his little den. A wimpy whine leaves the wolf's snout, laying in the snow for a moment to ease the pain. His little safe haven from the world where others can't find him.Ī wave of pain ripples through his spine, sending him toppling over and rolling for a moment through the snow. In the hopes he will make it to his little under ground den. Shaking his fur for a mere moment, to remove the snow from his back hastily before he goes on his way. Blue eyes scan the white winter wonderland around, scanning for enemies or danger that would undoubtedly come. Shooting passed trees in the hopes to get away before death comes. Its black fur coat covered in specs of white snow, it's body small and unhealthy lean. A small snout ducked down to keep low and evade anyone from seeing it. They would freeze before they could possibly find shelter.īut still, small black furry paws trot through the forest at high speed. Heavy winter is no place for anyone to trot through, no matter what reason. Small paw shaped footprints get snowed over and disappear as if no animal had been under the canopy of trees. The air cold, fog forming with every exhale. Trees tall and unbending in the swirling snow, snow clinging to the branches as more falls from the dark clouds. Small black paws trotter through the snow coated landscape, piles and piles of snow covering the grass around.
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