Mesafir

Imagine being an adol calmly following your pack who has to migrate due to prey becoming scarce and passing through the desert a cloud of sand rushes in your direction, Mesafir and her pack mate got engulfed by it but the terrible wind, sand in the eyes, sand slowly buryingb her she kept moving and moving. And when it passes she kept cleaning and rubbing her eyes only to finally see she's all alone, she barks and howl for them but only the thin figure of a wolf walking towards her slowly, Mesafir lost and afraid hurried towards them, it's a warm colored female she looks stern as the adol approach tail between her legs, the look of distress was evident, whimpering what happened the female just look and shake her head "Idiots, passing through deserts and expecting it to be a nice little plain ol' forest" the older female scoff walking back the way she came "Come, I don't want your death haunting me" she spoke not turning to look, she didn't need Mesafir followed behind, soon enough entering a remoted canyon in which a small pack thrive, protected by the rocks, she's introduced to them and first thing to do she's guided out in the pathways to find anything to be used to make her nest she built herself, and months later now adult she gives her hunter out to make sure the tribe is fed