Black Morass Hakuna Matata

Carlotta grinned when her Mother called out and then sped up, encouraging her Daughter to give chase. The young ginger wolf pushed herself harder, pumping her limbs as fast as she could to cover the distance between them. It felt good to run, to stretch her muscles like this. Her siblings and cousin hadn't felt like playing much and since the herds had disappeared the hunt was limited to small critters that required very little chase. 
The brown landscape past by in a blur as Carlotta neared the figure of her mother, and she cleared debris with ease as she approached it. The small wolf was built for speed and stamina, and could run like this for long distances. To play with mother like this was great fun, and she fought hard to catch up. 
They should maybe have been more cautious on this new land, more wary of danger, or perhaps been spending their time trying to hunt. But the Ferretti were not known for their fearfulness or worrying. There would be plenty of time to find food and if they ran into trouble, they would simply call their kin.