Throwing a red, red ball.

A voice like gravel.

Lost.

Then...

Huge, lumbering body.

Four legs, not two. Wide silent feet.

Smells, overwhelming.

Hunger, all the time.

And hot. Prickling, stuffed-in heat.

Need to move, always move.

Find the cold lands.

Snow and ice

White, endless.

Alone.

Lost.

A red ball. Lost.

Lost.