tip of the tongue

With each step her paws hurt more and more. He fur collected more and more sand. Kodda looked around, her eyes straining to see. She looked to her left to see a black dot. She tilted her head and stopped her pace. Her paws sizzled from the constant heat. The huge woman licked her nose, her tongue dry as ever. Was it a creature? The voices urged her to go on and greet whatever it was. Maybe is was another vision. She nodded to herself and pranced on down the dune. She slid down on her paws, kicking up sand behind her. Kodda snickered softly as the sand danced widely around her. The white Wolf began to see the image of a multi-colored Wolf. She was oddly social at that moment, yet she said nothing as she grew closer to him. Kodda looked down before she looked back at him with slightly empty eyes. Her head twitched to the right slightly. The shaggy behemoth nodded to him. "H-h-hi." She tried very hard to get out that single word. It was difficult to get her mouth to bring forth the right sounds to make a word. It was like her body and her mind did not wish to work together.