Everything is so cold. And yet somehow, it feels right to her.
The speckled filly shifts in the dirt, tiny nose whuffling quietly at the air. There’d been someone there before, someone icy and familiar, someone safe. But now they’re gone.
Mama. Where had she gone?
She forces herself up onto shaky legs, frosted nose testing the air. But there’s nothing. Nothing at all. She’s alone.
She stumbles forward, her thin voice breaking through the quiet. “Mama?” Nothing. “Mama?!” Still nothing.
As she walks, little white cold flakes fall off her body, disturbed by her movement. She doesn’t notice though, as absorbed as she is in her goal.
She wanders for a little while through the den, trying fruitlessly to find any trace of her mother’s scent. But after a little while she gives up. It’s hopeless. Mama isn’t coming back.
She slumps back down into the dirt, and a few tears carve dark tracks down her frosted cheeks. She’s so alone. She wishes she knew what to do. Hopefully her Mama will come back and find her soon. But if she doesn’t …
She doesn’t want to think about that.
Bah, tis crap, but it is a start