The boy wandered alone in the snow... the view was white, the sky grey with clouds, like his favourite weather always makes it. The ground was covered in his favourite color too... Why did he feel so sad, then?
As he walked by mindlessly, a white tiger attacked him. "That's an endangered species", he thought, as he readied his staff to defend himself. The tiger slowly surrounded him, the boy had a stern look, but he was obviously worried about something other than the tiger... The tiger didn't feel fear coming from the boy in the slightest, but it was hungry. It was do or die, for both. Still, the boy wasn't scared. The tiger was getting nervous... It found no opening to jump. And no sign of the boy trying to make a move either. The tiger considered running away... but it wasn't an option. The weather was getting worse, it wouldn't find any pray soon enough, the boy was its last chance. The tiger ran up... It jumped. And just as fast as it began, it ended. On a quick parry with his staff, the boy dodged and tossed the tiger aside, and before it could recover, the staff hit the tiger on the head. Instant knock out, the animal wouldn't recover for a while. And when it would wake up, it would be too weak to go hunting.... The boy knew that, and impaled the beast's heart with one swift strike of the knife he carried on his belt, soundlessly killing the it. Such a pity, such a pretty animal... But it was for the best. Still, why did he feel even more lifeless than the tiger...?