Rumbling thunder shook the plains, the very earth vibrating underfoot. It quickened his steps. Even as exhaustion clutched him, as fear played about him, as his heart raced within him, as his steps stumbled, he pressed on. He had to find them. Without them, he wouldn’t survive.
Trumpeting sounded in the distance. The same wind drawing in the storm, carried it away from him. His large, thin ears flapped against his scorching neck. He fanned his dry skin, trying to cool himself so that he might travel on.
Yet rain pounding against hard, compact dirt grew to a roar. And still his mother was not in sight.
Inspired by artist Jean-Claude’s ‘Home Alone‘ from Deviantart.
