Wild Pack Of Family Dogs

Dainty, mostly hairless paws srctched lightly at the dirt, digging for- well, anything. Food, water, anything she would need to make it through another day. She was starving, he belly, covered in thin wisps of hair growled and twisted painfully as she dug through the melting frost. Ugh. Snow. She hated snow more than anything else, it was quite possibly the single most prominent reminder that the Arabian wolf was far from her home in the desert. If it wasn't that it was the huge prey and the green grass. Such an ugly color for grass to be. She missed the honey kissed blades, the sun drenched rocks that hid smorgasbords, and heat so thick it could be cut with a knife. But this was not home. There was green grass, the rocks hid nothing but crickets and the heat was cut through by gentle breezes. She shook herself, sending her horde of lice and fleas flying about.


Speech!