Dust clouds

He placed one paw after the other. Mud coated his legs and whatever white was previously in his coat had turned Brown. His head hung low, eyes half closed. He didn't care anymore. Five packs. He'd been in five packs in his lifetime. All of them had fallen apart in the end. Well, except the healer pack. Sage had left that himself. Now he just wandered. He didn't care where he went or anything. He didn't really h ave anything left. He'd lost all of his family. It had been like that from the start though.
The southern Sun beat down on his back. Despite the summer heat ebbing away as it turned to Autumn his mouth was dry. The man wearily looked up, but he saw only a maze of thorns that towered above him. Sage's tail dragged as he stumbled towards a small tree just outside the tangle. He collapsed there, dust and sand creating a cloud in the air under his weight.

"Burn Baby Burn"