The instinctual desire to survive fueled every step that kept pushing Koko to venture further from the openness of the meadow and what felt like the last remnants of happiness she'd ever experience. She couldn't recall winter being so harsh in years prior, but then again this year served as her first; and hopefully not her last one alive, striking out on her own. Lessons were being learned and her rose colored world was starting to look less and less colorful by the day.
Haggard limbs slowly trudged their way through the thinning layers of snow, thankful the thick line of trees seemed to make it harder for the snow to penetrate the equally thick canopy above and collect on the ground below. A glance up ahead, though, revealed a small preview through a break in the leaves of the looming mountain that would serve as her next daunting challenge. Did she really need to climb that? The thought alone had her shivering in place and unceremoniously plopping her rump on the ground in momentary defeat.
Perhaps this was as good a place as any to take a break before daring to take on what certainly screamed death wish.