I do not know the world. I still do not know how the snow comes and why it melts. I have waited for an eternity waiting for my mother. My legs still are frail like sticks. The air around my legs is breaking the sweat of my fur.  I hear the noises. So many noises. They flood my ears like a cold storm.

I feel the breath of the earth on my hooves. I feel the tangle of the trees. I feel the leaves on the ground. I even hear the insects. I realize that my mother is not coming back. She's been gone for so long. I have no one. Then why is there this elven man? I know the elves as my mother once did. I have heard of their songs. The elven man... why am I drawn to him? I've been following him for a while now. My legs automatically move. It's the strangest thing.

I bite down on grass. It tastes bitter as my teeth mash it up. Is the earth infected with something? There's this smell in the air. I have not smelled it until recently. It's like rotting tree wood. I have seen death around. Animals dead. Rotting. I didn't think much of it as the time but... perhaps this elven man knows more about this than I do. Perhaps I should stick with him. I feel as if it is my instinct.