Schlammy

There was a storm that blew over the mountain tops and swept away the cold mountain snow. While he huddled under the rocks by his mothers body that lacked little warmth to shelter him from the cold. His yellow eyes were wide fearing the figure that emerged from the dark into the light. Crow’s heart was beating fast as a drum, he hissed and stood his ground over the ebony pelt of his deceased mother. From the dark emerged what in the spurr of the moment looked of a bear, it lifted him into their maw quickly. He slashed his claws in a panic and hooked his paw into the tom’s fur leaving tiny scratches. Crow’s fight was to no a