It wandered, lumbering about the dead lands with tiny creatures hidden underneath. Chains banged against its fur when it stumbled, clanking against one another in a disorienting rhythmic time.

The weight of the saddle was burdensome, especially with no rider. Its body starved under the unrelenting heat of the sun and it panted, desperately needing just a drop of water. Just a little something to sate its desires.

Its tail made a small trail in the sand as it walked. Like a snake was following it, using its bulky body to shade itself from the sun. Paw marks were left indented deep in the sand, the occasional breeze not enough to cover them.

Finally, it collapsed. It fell face first, then topped over to the side, the saddle keeping it down. It didn’t bother to move, not even trying to lift its head.

When it opened its eyes, the weight of the saddle and chains was gone. Instead, they laid next to him, just beyond the large bowls of food and water that sat less than a paw away.

The smell of whatever creature had passed by, helping it, lingered in the air for only a moment, before it was blown away.

With a small push, it managed to grab ahold of the bowls, taking large gulps of water and food. It didn’t take too long before it lumbered on, a new strength filling it as it followed the path a wagon had taken.