1st of Fall of 510 A.V.
Nidassasyae stumbled forwards through the snow, dragging her feet. She didn't know how long she had been walking, the weeks had drifted slowly by. The young kelvic girl was lost.
Her clothing was torn, providing little protection from the bitter cold. Her shoulder wound throbbed, and she was weary beyond comparison. The sun's light glinted off the snow, stinging her eyes, and she lurched forwards, tripping over a hidden rock. Instead of the soft landing in the snow that she had expected, Nidae fell onto a hard stone surface. She cried out, her body aching from the impact.
Then suddenly, the thought occured to her. The ground was so comfortable, she only had to lay her head down and rest, just sleep in it's embrace...
"No!" she hissed, the girl knew what would happen if she slept. Certain death awaited her, she would freeze to death in her sleep. The young kelvic struggled to pull herself up, but her body gave up on her. Anger filled the girl's small frame, anger at the world, at the snow, and at the men who took her family. With a final burst of strength, she managed to yank off what tattered clothing that still clung to her body, and morph into her true form.
With a sigh, the young snow leopard crumpled back to the ground, submitting to the sweet darkness of unconsciousness.