There was nothing left for him. Nothing here... everyone had gone and left his world, his home deserted. Only rubble remained. A slight breeze rustled the scrub of the African plane. Tazor blinked to flush the dust from his eyes as he surveyed his home. It seemed he was the only painted creature left on the world. He alone would have to bring his kind back, take them. Lead them and show them how to be a true wild dog. He understood he was one of the few truly wild dogs... he stood alone.

Wild dogs are social creatures and the emptiness, the desertion was killing him. Tazor could feel his insides twisting into painful knots that only another living soul could heal. Razina was gone, he was certain she had either been hunted of picked up for some medical study... how he had avoided them even the great lord himself had no clue.

Bowing his head the magnificent animal prepared to die a death fit for not even the scummiest creature. Alone, forever, a death by lions or hyenas. A horrible death unfit for the magnificent lord he could be if given the chance... what he would give to have a chance...