Lion Head Mesa aon

for five nights she slept alone, running among the trees until they became a rarity. then she hid where she could from the sun. when hunger plagued her she went for the rats and such small things, which were fortunately plentiful.
how far had she come? there was no way to tell; but she smelled dog here! dog or something like it rather, and with some excitement the wee scott pranced in place and gave a holler:
Hey aire! Hey! Whose oot aire? Ye gotten some maet an watter? Common naw!