The heat of the summer sun might have left other creatures sweating, dehydrated, melting into the sand. But for him, the rays warmed his pale pelt, and he basked in the sun’s glory. His eyes nearly matched its brilliance, except that they held a molten warmth that enchanted in a way the distant star could not. The sand beneath his feet softened under him, but did not fully give way to his weight as he sauntered through the desert. It was another strange land for him to discover. Although he had seen a desert before, it had been quite a long time. The dry heat enveloped him and seeped into his lungs.
Silas had no real idea where he was, but it didn’t matter. It had been a long time since leaving Argos and the rest of the herd behind. They were no longer the ones to define where he belonged. He ran his tongue over sharpened teeth and smirked. No one would ever tell him his destiny ever again, though he was sure they would try. Deeper into the desert he went, wondering when the locals would discover him, what they would say.
“What new fun shall I have in this strange land?”
