Blacktail Deer Plateau With ice cold hands taking hold on me

His father's words comforted him greatly and he placed his head back down on his paws. He felt tired again and could feel the drowsiness pulling him back toward sleep. He fought it though still fearing the nightmares that had been plaguing him all night. Despite how he kept snapping his eyes open he began to fall asleep and inadvertently pressed closer against his father, seeking warmth and familiarity. Before he finally passed out again he murmured "I'm not ready to die...there's so much I wanna do" and then he was out like a light, lungs rattling occasionally in the silence of the den. Surprisingly and much to his unconscious relief he had no more nightmares, no dreams at all in fact but just a deep quiet slumber.