Ocean's Breath Plateau lost in the world

The air simmered unfavorably as the day grew old. The sun scorched the plateau, driving out most of the wildlife to the protection of the nearby forests. Unlike the others, Onatah scoured the sun-damaged lands. Despite it all, she was glad to be here. She had followed the greenery south as life had returned to the wilds. She had not paid much mind on the changing of her surroundings-- only the fill she received after every meal and the hesitation of any nearby predators.

Slowly, she made her way further into the plateau, her eyes scanning the barren lands and she slowly strut into the open. Every move she made was one of caution. She knew nothing of the lands that she trudged on, knew nothing of the inhabitants. She only knew the blood curdling noise that she had heard the previous night: the cry of a wolf. Wolves were never good news for her.