A sound like thunder

For a young female full of tragedies, the wasteland had become a home. Without no where to go, with a family wiped out she held nothing left. A curled form rested against the dust, cold but where else could the young wolf go? Slow rib cage movements were the only ones to take her away from being a carcass. Ears up, fur moving with the wind, the embracing silence gave the girl a partial sense of peace, peace that long ago turned into a fake and fleeting concept. Her parents were killed out in a normal day.

Sound would then scare away her tiredness, making the grey and white canine rise her head. A very large wolf at the distance had called out for battle. The rather slender woman would pretend to be motionless. Afraid, as she wasnt in the best of conditions to fight and even less such a behemoth of a wolf.

"Speech"