Thunder Dome THE HATTER IS ARMED WITH A CACTUS

A white female trotted through the rather barren land. Her stomach was rumbling and it was getting worse by the minute. She hadn't eaten in two days. The last thing that she ate was a thin hare. Winter started to pick up the pace as the gentle breeze blew a scent toward her. It wasn't one that she had detected in a long time. Wolf. A strange wolf that could possibly help her. Suddenly, the female stopped sending up a small cloud of dust. Winter raised her muzzle to the sky and let out a long drawn out howl. After it was done, the she wolf continued toward the scent of the wolf. Her eyes were constantly searching for a pelt.