No Children

It had been days. DAYS. Since his last decent meal. Fugue hated the desert with a passion. This was obviously not a place that he could make his home, nor was it a place that he wanted to stay in much longer. He hadn't seen any wolves or any sign of wildlife for miles, and even then it was only a scrawny looking lizard with half a tail and the indecency to stay out of his hungry jowls. It was safe to say that Fugue was not in a happy state of mind.

The bi colored male shook his pelt for an he third time that hour, squinting his golden eyes at the cloud of dust that lifted into the air at his doing so. His lip raised into a snarl s the dirt caused him to sneeze.

Your head may as well be buried in the stuff at this point, don't you think?

He rolled his eyes and carried on, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of sand between his toes and longing for a nice moist swamp full of catfish and swamprats.At the vision of such a meal before him, his mouth watering, Fugue began to wonder if his eyes were decieving him at the sight of a racoon tail rolling in the dust a few hundred feet ahead.

He shook himself once more, taking in a deep breath of air for scent and realizing what a bad idea that had been, for he began sneezing once more. In a frustrated huff, the ginger man decided to just close the distance and see for himself, so he took off at a gallop towards the figure In the sand. Before long, he recognized the scent of a femal and skidded to a halt nearly ten feet from her.

A grin spread wide across his face as he evaluated her, ecstatic at her presence.

" Well hello there." He began happily, his tail wagging softly behind him.