Thunder Dome When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

It's been a long time since Morningstar's been cold. He shivers violently and tries to burrow down into his own fur for warmth, tucking his tail in around his paws as securely as he can. He never imagined that some places could get as cold as this; his whole life he'd been living in constant sunshine and warmth, with temperatures never dipping down below 20 degrees. Shivers rake his body and he sighs, eyeing the mist that forms from his exhale. Why did he even decide to come up so far north? As if there's a magical, all perfect haven for wolves with no humans. Morningstar snorts derisively. 
A few more minutes like this make him regret his decision and reluctantly, he's forced to stand up and get moving for fear of freezing to death. His summer coat is of no use to him here, and he's constantly being blown from one side of the trail to the other. At least there's some sunshine. Morningstar thinks, sneezing from the cold. Groaning, he forces his frozen paws to keep going forward until he has no strength left. He sinks down onto the ground, thankfully near some crevice that shields some of the wind, and waits for the merciful blow of death.