A small amaura lies in the snow, although they are used to the cold, its system begins to shut down from cold, her skin lightly turns red and the furl on its head looses color and produces cold mist as a desperate attempt to vent the cold.
Being so young it is not lightly that she can hold on much longer.
A cruel trainer left her there to die.
soon, as her body shuts down more, all she can do is curl up... to give herself precious seconds of more life.
There is nothing anything can do for her after that... just wait for her to die.