Jchaytanni

ALONE

Dainty plate printed neatly into the larger track of some former. Her head was held high, orbs warily scanning the horizon, lobes flicking back anf fore in attempt to trace the few sounds made thereabouts. Nasal passage dilated, she siphoned the living scents from the vortex of smells the light wind carried. Her high pitched call echoed out through the vicinity, her desperate plea for someone to care for her broadcasted top the world......