Lion Head Mesa purgatory

AW, but gonna tag the lovely @Toula <3

The desert looks the same everywhere.
Dry heat and raw paw-pads, an angry burning sun. No water. She was lucky, she thought, to still be able to walk at all.
She can see it in the distance — a mesa, high and mighty, cast in the orange hue of morning haze. That is what she will head towards.
Shaking, she drags a paw through the sand at the border. There are wolves here. She can smell them, see their marks on this land. This is what Daddy wanted, right?
So, meekly, her head is thrown back in a call for anyone who would listen.