Frozen

All I could do was lie there, shivering as warm deep maroon liquid trickled down my side. No movement, not a single sound. It was peaceful now. I knew I was dyeing, with the painful gash in my gut; there was no way I was going to live. I began to curl up, trying to keep my body heated in the bitter snow. I forcefully opened my eyes and let them wandered. I watched as the bare trees shook above me in the gush of wind. I shut my eyes and coiled up tighter. I let my fingers fumble through the snowy blanket around me. My limbs wandered upon something that wasn’t freezing. It was warm, soft and fluffy.

It was a wolf.