Cold. It was so cold.
Something wet was poking me towards the warmth. I didn't fight and gladly embraced the heat. I slept.
I awoke; there was more warmth than before. I struggled to look at my surroundings, but there was nothing to see except darkness. Nothing.
A warm round object entered my mouth and I instinctively suckled. The warm creamy liquid tickled my tongue as I continued to feed. Nourishment. Life.
Tired. Sleep. I needed sleep. I faded away into the realm of dreams.
Jerked awake; something bumped me. Darkness still surrounded me. I searched in the infinite black depths; and found what I searched. The warm round object. I was bumped once more, from the other side, and I found myself competing for the warm teat. I struggled with the motions for a moment and pushed back. But my efforts were futile; I was no match for the forces of darkness. I lost.
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A/N: The short sporadic sentences are intentional. As our little protagonist grows, he will gain a better understanding of the world: the grammar and writing-style shift to accomodate this.
I try to write in the way a wolf would experience things. They operate mostly on instinct, so I try to write like the wolf is acting on instinct all the time. For example, I don't think a wolf would stop and analyze how white/beautiful the snow is when it is freezing to death. It's primary goal would be to survive.
Next chapter will be up in a few days.