Felltree Marsh This.. Is the real world.

He ran and ran and ran, it felt like he's been running forever. What a nightmare, everything happend so fast, yet he was able to see all the events rolling in his mind clearly. He wanted to believe it was all a dream, something he would just wake up from. But he couldn't wake up when he was already awake. It's all too real, first his parents then his siblings. Everyone he thought  that were friends ended up being total strangers. He was unaware of why all pack members turned against his family. he was chased out and spared, there was reason to believe that it was only because it was winter. They obviously believed he wouldn't survive.

Now he was here in some frozen wasteland. It was nothing like he seen before. The ground was smoochy with the mix of frozen mud and water. Running here was harmful so he switched to walking carefully. As he walked it felt like it was getting colder. His paws were freezing, He couldn't stop here. For all he knows he could still be hunted.

He wanted to find some place dry so he could try to warm up but instead he focus on trying to find the end of marsh. He didn't know how long it would take to get at of here but hopefully it was soon. He started questioning why he kept going. Why was he going through with this? What seemed to push him forward was the fact that he was the last one. Wouldn't that mean he was really the special one?