Midday in Numubya · 1:53pm Oct 28th, 2021
Being caught outside in a heatwave was like being without your lover when you needed them. You felt it everywhere, and there was no escape.
Two empty canteens were slung around Springa’s neck. Forty six more rested in either side of her saddlebag. The uneven ground and the sloshing water made every step murder on her back. Her shroud kept the sun off her fur, but it was slick with sweat and trapped sand against her skin.