Bearclaw Valley solitude

Life was already cruel, as the further she inched from her mother’s side, the colder it became. Piper squawked once or twice and then whimpered. Everything just had to be so dark; but darkness was all that she had ever known. Everything felt so looming. The rusty little girl piped up once more before she stopped her squeaking and moving and stretched her stubby limbs out in front of her body, splaying her rear legs behind her in a similar fashion. Piper was tired… she didn’t want to move any more, and she was cold, and hungry, and – GOD – the world just sucked so badly. When she thought it could not get any worse, a cold wet nose pressed into her small frame and nudged her (rude) in the direction of its choosing. Her silent state was broken by a high-pitched yip that echoed through their mother’s den. First of all, how dare you, she seemed to say.