High Hawk Season

She rolled onto her hip, her tail beating against the sand. She kept her head bowed, her eyes on the ground between his legs "I am called Micha." She said. Her voice heavily accented with a foreign tongue that she knew by now, no other wolf but her spoke. "And you? She asked. She must have looked horrid. She was covered with patches of exposed skin where fleas and ticks could be seen migrating around her body. Her ears were abnormally large for a wolf and her paws, unusually small. To the trained eye it would be clear that she was well suited to the desert, but to the untrained eye she looked like a mongrel. Her paw covered her muzzle as she became more and more aware of just how ugly she was, almost as if to say to the giant brute, Don't look at me.

Speech!