Beating Heart

*Azalea* · 09-16-2013, 09:02 PM

Azalea ran. The stiff desert breeze running through her fur, giving it lift. The cool sand caved under each step and it was a challenge of her endurance to keep going without falter. She pushed to keep her pace even as the clouds began to roll in overhead. Most likely they would pass over this land, it was yet time for the desert to take on water. She was in a wash, it was wide and shallow but that slight decline made all the difference. Rather than hard packed dirt the soil here was made up of fine granules of sand.

The trees were strange here , tall thick trunks that shot straight up. What they looked like were storm blown palm trees, with rough bark and messy tops. Night had fallen, the moon full overhead. The pretty she-wolf slowed her pace, wobbling over the uneven sand before plopping down under a palmetto. Tongue rolled out as she panted, muscles burning. She was well practiced in walking long distance but running on sand was a great test for her and a perfect way to train her muscles.

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