Blacktail Deer Plateau You're starting forest fires

He lay there for a good while, a little bit of snow beginning to coat the nape of his neck and gather in miniscule piles atop his back, until he began to be stirred awake by a voice. The voice called out to him, and for but a moment he almost believed it to be his mother. His mother with fur as white as the wintry land itself, with warm eyes and a kind smile that wrapped him in a sweet embrace, lulling him softly with her gentle voice. He sighed, a puff of air releasing from his nose and dancing in the air as a frosty cloud, a sigh comforted by the peace of a loved figure, the soothing memories from the days he could simply lie beside his mother and his sister with no worries, father standing in the entrance to the den with a grin upon his face and a glint in his eye.

He wanted to see it. The boy's eyes fluttered open, startled by the sudden whiteness that surrounded him rather than the warmth of Eden's side, the lacking presence of her tongue swiping against his fur causing a soft whine to release from his throat. His vision began to clear, adjusting to the light so that he was able to make out the pale figure standing above him. It wasn't his mother, his mother was dead. "Oh!" Kieran wriggled in the snow, pushing himself up. He was wobbly upon his feet, and it was only then that he felt the weight around his neck. "What in the..." The young hunter attempted to turn and peer at whatever was coiled around him, but he could not make out anything else aside from the edge of something black that hung around his neck tightly. "What is... what is that?" He breathed, eyes widening.