Rollerskates would be nice

Orain walked onto the horrid barren ground, cracked paws crying out at the harsh soil. Around here she saw no signs of life, no bushes, streams, nothing. With no cover around her she had her haunches up and her head lowered, a shiver running down her spine as she imagined countless eyes on her. She was travelling North and although she was in no rush she's made good speed so far. It was past midday now and she hoped to reach the other side of this god forsaken place by the time it got dark. 

It seemed the flat, indistinct ground deceived Orain and now as the sun dipped towards the horizon and the sky grew orange, the wolf was still not close enough the the safety of the northern trees to make it without rest. Grumbling to herself, Orain slowed and practically limped over to a small boulder, leaning against it with a sigh. She'd be on her feet again as soon as night completely fell.