Only 4 years ago a small,yellow ball of fluff, was rolling in a bed of dry leaves, waiting for her mother to return. It was Dezarai, she was 4 months old, and tiny. She yipped, waiting for her mother to appear through the small opening in the den, she waited and waited for three days, nobody returned, until her father, Kinai, appeared, his body silohuetted from the dawn sun. He spoke softly, and tenderly, his head was hung low,"Dezi, my sweetheart your mother has been killed." Dez had no idea how to react or speak, at that moment, her head dropped, and she whined."I am sorry my love, she was trampled, by a moose." Kinai whined, and then turned away, and ran off into the orange desert, all he left behind was his small pawprints, half the size of a normal wolves'. Dez, stared out the small crack that led outside and slowly, crawled through it, her eyes widened at what she saw, she denied that her mother was only killed by a moose now.
Dead bodies were piled up, limp small figures, that looked like yellow rocks in the sand, her eyes narrowed, as tears fell into the dry sand below her.

(gtg post more later.)