with the dawn

The desert was no forgiving place, as Rava knew well. As did any sane wolf, so it wasn’t very heavily traversed. That made these lands the perfect place for Rava to make her home. She wasn’t often disturbed and if she traveled by night it was easy to find and scavenge the carcasses created in the harshness of daytime. Desert creatures didn’t often succumb but dumb ones that had no place in the desert would. Rava had no qualms scavenging because with it came solitude.

Being on her own had been frightening, but not having someone over her shoulder made her skills blossom. Survival skills, she wasn’t a very skilled hunter. Especially in such harsh conditions. Her cloak helped protect her during the day when she could find no shelter or make it back to the safety of the valley.

Rava had no better luck hunting here, but it was where she filled herself with water and took shelter from the sands. By now her toes had toughened and her fur shed out so she looked much more sleek and shiny compared to round and fluffy. She lay by a small spring near the edge of the desert, green grass and palm trees completed the oasis scene. The sound of gently moving water and a light breeze filtered through the calm. Rava wasn’t sure she could find anywhere more perfect. She only wished Saia had made it here to see this with her.