Dawnlark Plains through gutters filled with black debris

I hope you don't mind me insert Slancio in @Betelgeuse

The famine was driving him bad. All hints of large prey was far gone, and even tracks of small prey were uncommon. Hoping the destruction was lessened further away from the coast, Slancio had travelled inland for a day or two. He had gotten some lucky catches at the marshes, but as he travelled on, there wasn't a sign of more prey. It seemed that he had travelled to this land at a bad time.

The soil beneath his feet was soft and was once grassy, but was now turned over and messy. The worked over soil stained his paws, and he grimanced at his dirty paws. Dead locusts swarmed around the soil, Slancio picking his way gingerly through them. The open land around him was practically a wasteland, and Slancio wondered why he had travelled out here.

Yet as his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, wondering if the mountains around would hold more luck for prey, a shape caught his eye. He watched as it moved closer to him, towards the mountains he had been thinking of visiting. Not one to turn down an encounter, especially around lands like these, he hurried himself over together the bulkish body of the other wolf.