by •mochiimomo• » Sun Aug 22, 2010 4:02 am
Number: 3
Name: Savannah
Gender: Female
Bio / Story:
Savannah lived in a large pack as a pup. She was raised well with her brothers and sisters and became great hunters in the hot desert. Savannah grew older, as did her siblings, and they were all some of the best wold dogs to ever roam the desert. They could find water and food when others couldn't, the could heal others easy and quickly, they were all having a good life. Well, that is until one day, Savvanah and her siblings went out for a hunt. Savannah looked into the distance. A sand storm was coming their way. They tried to run but it was just to fast. They huddled together and ducked. Once it pasted, they were lost. Since Savannah was the oldest, she felt she should be responcible for this, she led the way. She didn't know where she was going or where they were going to end up, be she wouldn't let them die. What little food she found, she gave to her siblings, she only ate a little. She plowed through the hot sand and led the way.
Months later, she and her siblings were still lost. She hoped for some kind of sighn. She kept walking and heard a yelp. She looked back. Her youngest sister was dieing of starvation. She licked her sister, hoping she wouldn't die. Savannah felt a wind. She got a scent, a scent of home. She jumped happily. She carried her little sister and ran towards home, her siblings followed. The pack greeted her, happy she and her siblings where finnialy back.