Harsh forces from the forest are vigorously climbing towards me, threatening the safety of my sandy cubs. Mere hours ago I brought them into this deafening plane of the world, where I expected them to be greeted with a somber sunset & toasty resting place - I was wrong.

My thin coat is overpoweringly soaked like a drowned carcass immobilised under a thrashing river. It’s exhausting me. Initially my body was protecting them like a blanket of bushes but due to the level of over-saturation it’s beginning to feel as useful as a submerged leaf in autumns prime. Even my unsheathed skin feels like its cracks are seeping.

As the whirling winds escalate my weary eyes just grow heavier. The elegant structure of my homely forest is almost unrecognisable from the sheer devastation carelessly crashing through the trees. Cracks of ominous light echo as far as my eyes can stretch, leaving fiery scars in their wake. It feels as if there is no end to this nightmarish actuality consuming the woodlands.

I hope whatever remains of my remedial warmth will be enough to maintain until the storm ends - even if I’m unable to.

The End.