The Floodlands Tickle your cheek and take your throne, pump your veins with gushing gold.

Evening had the headache of a fucking lifetime. Why — no, how had she gotten stuck out here in this place with no trees, no shade, no hidey-holes, anywhere? Oh, sure, the sun was going down, but there was a tiny lip of it left jutting out above the horizon and there was water flooding the ground, and the sunlight bouncing on the water was bright enough to make her eyes feel like they were on fire. It was so bad that she could feel them watering, and she was sure she was about to start producing loads of tears from the strain on her eyes. Not to mention the fact that the brightness level pretty much reduced her vision to zero, and she was severely nearsighted as it was, so it wasn’t like she could see anything anyways.

She was struggling so much just to see where she was going, looking up every now and then to scan the horizon for trees (they were there, far to her right, but she couldn’t see them), that she did not notice the other wolf she was drawing nearer to. And even if she had, she would not have cared. She probably would have shouted something like, ‘Ow! Shade! Where?’ As it was, she was splashing loudly across the water that flooded this area and seemed to stalk right towards the other female, like a tiny, albino oncoming moose protecting its baby, head down and all.