I’m having bleed.
Yesterday I lost my walk when I stepped in a wolfcatch left behind by a trappermanfolk. I am know of what the trappermanfolks do with the wolfs that the wolfcatches find, but I am young and do not have much big. On my alone I will not make a good wear for a trappermanfolk. They may use my skin when they find me or just throw me to the eatdead birds who have been waiting. I do not have much days left anyway, and I have long since lost all my smile. If a wolf has not his smile, how much is he a wolf anyway, even a cub like myself?
I have much sad now, and much scared. The ouch of losing my walk is fading in the cold, and I know how to move with enough careful. I learned much of my walk and my move from my mommy, who warned all of us cubs about the trappermanfolks and their wolfcatches. I should have attentioned more when I came here, but I was having too much play, and now I will never have any more play.
I am cry. I am shout for my mommy but she has not the hear from so much place away. I am worry about the trappermanfolk who will give me the die. I am want to have play again, to have run, to have eat. I have had only one eat since I lost my walk, when a small spottybug came by only a little place away. Little spottybugs do not have much big, though, and do not make good eat.
I am fright of the nightdark arriving, when there is much difficult in seeing an eatdead bird or a trappermanfolk. In yesterday’s nightdark I was able to have a little of sleep but not much. I am fright of the see of the wolfcatch that has taken me. I am fright of having the die without ever having any more talk with my mommy or my brothers.
I am miss you, mommy. Please have the hear of me when I am cry. Don’t leave me to be a wear for a trappermanfolk. Don’t make me have the die when I am just a cub.