You continue your journey, each step pressing your paws into the soft earth, turning dirt into thick mud that clings to your fur. The wind howls through the trees, its icy fingers threading through your coat, sending a shiver down your spine. The warmth of the past seasons has faded, replaced by the biting chill of approaching winter. Hunger gnaws at your belly, urging you forward as you scan your surroundings for any sign of food or shelter.

After what feels like hours of wandering, your keen senses lead you to a small, hidden alcove beneath the roots of an ancient tree. The space is just large enough to provide some protection from the elements, shielding you from the relentless wind. Nearby, you manage to scavenge a few scraps—just enough to ease the ache in your stomach. Exhaustion weighs heavily on you, and as you curl up within the shelter, the world outside fades away. The cold still lingers, but for now, you are safe, your weary body finally allowed a moment of rest.

(Note your a dog and human can't understand you all they hear is barking,)