Lighten up the atmosphere

It was the usual day of torturous suffering and unbearable pain. Her eyes still stung from the tears shed due to nightmares cursing her every slumbered moment the night before. Her breathing was ragged as she searched about for something to feast upon. She had been following an elk trail but quickly realized that she would not be able to bring down even the weakest of the animal by herself in her conditions so she changed her course to look for something else to feast upon. She hated ending an animal's life but she had no choice because she had to eat something or else she would die a death of suffering. Perhaps she deserved to die like that.

Her hunt would lead her to strange territories that she had never encountered before. A sea of sand would make her curse as the coarse material rubbed against the pads in her paws. Why was she even there? Was it her fate to die in a cruel desert? Perhaps it was suffering or perhaps she was being a drama queen with a tragic past. A tortured artist at heart.