Pastel-Paw
He was walking along a path carved by thousands of paws that had been on before, around him were trees that reached up to the sky, their leaves happily Dancing In The Wind. Ahead of him was a pond he mindlessly dip his paw in he kept on reaching for the bottom. He went deeper and deeper until his whole leg was engulfed, wet and cold. But still, he felt no bottom, suddenly from inside the pond something pulled him deeper and deeper millimetre by millimetre the Paw was shimmering in the murky water he ran out of breath and tried to swim for the surface but the Paw didn't let go. They went so far until he was face-to-face with a figure whose eyes were milky white and glowed compared to the Blackness surrounding them. Suddenly, the wolf pulled him close whispered in his ear in a very raspy voice that sounded like rusty metal
"The end is near"