Silence in death

shadow of a former beast moved in, he was malnorished and thirsty. He let out a small rasp of a growl, moving toward the edge of the glistning pond. Pink tongue flashed out, lapping up slowly a few drops of water, ears were alert, listning for sounds of danger. As snow flakes began to fall onto his black/grey pelt he shivered, his winter coat was only just growing through and having know pack to defend or hunt with he had little fat on his bones to keep him warm.