Nala the pup
I ran my tongue over the top of my mouth, my mouth was dry. There is a stream near by, but I knew if I got up pain would shoot though my body. I decided to live though the pain and get a drink. I stood up and limped to a stream that was about a yard away. Once I got their, I got a little drink. After getting a drink I sat down, I raised my muzzle to the sky and howled. I was not howling for a friend or for my dead family but I just howled. I howled for being angry I howled for being sad, I howled.