Blizzard opened her eys to the smell of warm fresh blood. Her own. She hissed in pain, and turned to look at the large, heavily bleeding wound. She remembered what had happened. It was hazy, but it was better than nothing. She remebered the hunter, tall and wide. One of the rare humans still remaining. He carried a gun on his shoulder, and had large boots, which made a loud stomp when he walked. He shot her from a distance, but it felt as if she had been right infront of him. He laughed as he watched her curl in a ball, his loud booming laughter filling the air, and echoing of the trees.
Blizzard snarled at the thought of him, but she was weak, and hadn't had water in days, so it came out like a wheezing sound. She whinced, as her throat was raw. "I would sell my soul for water.." She whispered, lying in the silent wilderness. She had a plot of how she would avenge the hunter: When his first son was born, she would steal it. And kill it. Well, that's if he ever had one. Humans were close to extinction.
{Hope this isn't too long..}