"I am the wolf sent to the desert." The fury beast told. Skies clear far from his home.
"Why are you here?" A scorpion asked. Sheltered upon shadow of a rock.
"To see what I never see." His ears pointed back response. The sun blustered a warm sky.
"Why are you here?" A snake sleethed. Sheltered from light inside the cover of plants.
"To fell what I never fell." His tongue swayed out of his mouth dripping replies. A warm breeze of heat drifted down.
"Why are you here?" A millipede stampered with curiosity. Sheltered inside grains of dirt.
To stand where I would never stand before," His throat dried up repetitive questions. A furry hide soon sat stone gazed against the dry sunset.

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