thinkin' you could live without me - abandoned child

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]The lass knew she only have a few more hours to live. Having contracted an unknown disease, her body was nothing but skin and bone, far beyond from being able to be saved. She had a child she loved with all of her heart, but she knew that if she died with the child still in her possession so would he.  "Ma, where are we going?" questioned the young kitten, hardly a month old. He, too, was far too skinny and malnourished, but looked far healthier than his mother. Ignoring her child's inquiry, the lass kept walking until the finally reached the outside of the plains. She tried to fight back the tears, for her son's sake and her own. Sitting her child down in the tall grass, she looked down upon him. "Little one, your mother is going out to find us some food. Please, stay here. You'll be safe."

Rodion watched the figure of his mother vanish into the horizon, unknown to the fact that she would not be coming back. Only a couple hours later had his mother collapsed, lifeless. She did not want her son to have to deal with her dead body nor be taken away by a hungry feral. The lass knew who the plains belonged to and knew that her son would be alright. The kitten, on the other hand, laid hidden in the grass, crying out for his mother in a hoarse voice. He had been there for hours, shivering from the cold and afraid. Out in the distance could he hear an owl, a coyote, and other frighting noises. "Mom! Where are you? I'm cold. Please come back." By this point had the baby lost his voice from crying so much and curled up in the tall grass, trying to block out all the sounds.