age: 0 moons old

I remember my early days when all was good. I remember my mothers warmth. I remember the comforting silence. My mothers raspy tongue as I suckled for milk. then the warmth left. I waited. I waited for mother. but she never came. so a lay shivering in the cold of a forest at night and realized that I was alone. my mothers wasn't coming back. And there was no one to save me now.