You sigh, seeing your breath appear in front of you. You had been trekking through the taiga for hours and it was starting to take on a bluish purple haze in front of your eyes. A lone pup sits in front of your path. Four pools of sorrow stare at you as you stop to catch your breath. A feeling of icy despair started to creep over your heart. You would die out here, but no one would care, why would they? You were a useless husk of a wolf. You let out a wail of misery, flopping down in the snow. Clutching your head, you rock back and forth. Why not kill yourself now? Nobody cared anyway. Tears run down your cheeks as you fade into a deep sleep, your sobs the only movement. Not long after, you're covered with fresh snowfall, never to see the sun again. The puppy howls into the sky.
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