Round and Roud

The young black pup had been here only two times. The sounds of the wind echoed throughout his lobes as his right eye was a topaz blue, and his left a lime green. They scanned the land, eyes looking throughout the burning landscape as her hung his salmon colored tongue out, trying to cool off every ounce of his body that he could. He wished that Dayton was there to help provide for him, but he had not seen the russet man for a while and tried his best to search for him, but nothing had come up of him.

"Man, why did there have to ever be a desert?" He asked himself and continued to walk, his paw pads burning and cracking from the sun that beat down across his small form. Dehydration had started to take his toll on him. Aeolus knew that if he does not find water soon, he would die.

He soon came upon an oasis. Without hesitation, he ran to the water and began to lap at it as fast as he could, like a roadrunner trying to run away from a predator. His ears stayed erect so he could watch for any sounds of predators, and so far nothing came up. Once he had his fill, the young brute lied down upon the shade, thinking about what he would do next.