Screw it all to heck

This was the only ugly part of this beautiful land he had seen so far. It was dry and dusty. The merciless afternoon sun beat down on his night black pelt. His tail drooped, but only a tiny fraction. He was too strong to let that happen. Beaten steel and burning gold slid over the horizon, letting nothing escape his eagle-eyed gaze. His white feet carried his body forward, the white stained a bit more gray-brown now.

It was so hot out.

Why had he come here? Curiosity? Fate? There was the scent of other wolves here, some recent. This had to be a meeting place, or a battleground. There were dried bloodstains every now and again. This was an interesting place alright. It seemed empty at the moment though. Would it stay that way? Or wold he encounter someone in this hot and currently dry land?

OOC: Short and sweet. Anyone care to take Greed in?