Here I am in a new place again, because so far nowhere had interested me enough to stay, and my old arctic home held no appeal since my parents died, leaving me to live for them. I had been walking and running for too long and every muscle in my body was numb, and now I was in lands I had never been in before, concentrating on not collapsing and dying of exhaustion. Usually I am quite dangerous, cold and cunning, my coat opposed to my disposition, as it is a singed flamey russet. I drop myself onto my side in a empty cave, my muscles freezing up, and a whimper left my lips because it hurt, and I don't like things that hurt. I should have taken more breaks, not strained myself as I had, but I was too stubborn. My warm breath ghosted around my muzzle, as my muscles spasmed and ached. I wonder if anyone would find me. I wonder if they'll help me, or if they'll harm me.
More breath exhales and I hadn't realized I'd even been holding it before I noticed that I am no longer exhausted. My muscles were relaxing and they weren't spasming any longer. It seems a little rest could fix me right up. I feel like I'm being watched and I tuck my head against my forelegs, feeling like I was easy prey. Hopefully the wavering smile on my lips tells them I'm not exactly a threat. My time in this cave is almost over.
A gentle breeze ruffles my fur and I lift my teal gaze to the entrance of the cave. I see nobody there, and I'm just in complete peace. Something I'm not used to. Tomorrow I will look around more. Tomorrow night, under the dark star lit sky. The stars will light my path. I would be happy. I deserved to be happy.
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