My paws dug into the thick snow as I ran towards the lake with the breeze of cold wind slapping me in the face. Billions of years after, there was nothing but ice. The wind from before gone colder and the water all around the place turned solid. We used to live with the other creatures but they were gone and... the whole place was isolated.
Mother and I were the only ones living on this wide block of ice. The white fur around our skin kept our bodies warm and cozy. Mother would always carry her back when she's gone hunting for food. I would always wait for her inside our igloo and let myself indulge into sleeping. When she comes home, she would bring a plenty of fishes in between her sharp teeth. Three, four fishes for a whole day. But I don't think that is enough for the both of us, I am a big eater and sometimes, Mother would only eat one or two and give me the rest.
Before I sleep, Mother would tell me a story. Her fur-covered arms would wrap around my small body and speaks.
A long time ago, we used to live with creatures that stand on their feet and speak in different language. They have this thick fabric covering both legs and hands. Their feet were wrapped, leaving marks on the thick sand of snow. They have this black box with a crystal eye that mirrors your reflection as if looking through the thick fur on your skin, Mother would tell.
They are called humans. She growled.
There were many of them. They keep on growing and growing in numbers as the unknown thing with spinning cross swords would land on the block. Long and short hair, different shade of faces, tall and short on stand. They were once surrounding our home. They have thin boxes that their slender fingers tap on and sticks that spits black liquids on white thin fabric on their covered hands. Some of them would watch every of our movement and most of them stares at us, curiously.
Once, they were holding something. These are nothing compared to their rough fabric on their skin but a lot more of smooth and would rip easily. They would eat what the object carries. And then I realized, it was their food. The air would lift the scent and linger through my nose, making me feel hunger. A man hands me a bone and I would snatch it away from him making him chuckle. The objects would be gone at the end of the session. I had no idea where they put it on. She finishes.
For years, I was curious where the objects Mother was talking about are. I couldn't find it.
I felt the coldness of the lake, the solid water was beneath me. mist covers everything and as I let the pressure run through my paw, a portion of mist was cleared...
Beneath the cold solid ice are containers. Plastic.
