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A storm had passed over the night before, leaving the land soggy and covered in fog in the early morning. As the sun came out and started burning away the eerie grounded clouds, a small figure emerged from a clump of bushes. Still wet and miserable, a tiny little cub looked around helplessly at the seemingly expansive landscape. He was hopelessly lost, having wandered away from his mother and gotten even more lost in the storm. The poor cub had an injured paw that made him limp and was hungry and cold.
Amory whimpered and sat down just outside of his poor excuse for a shelter. The bushes had been the only thing he could find in the darkness with water and lightning all around him, and now as he came out he started to break. A choked sob came from the dark colored cub, crying for his mother.