Ivory stumbled out of that house. Her chest was heaving. A small trickle of blood ran down her muzzle. She clamped her paw to her nose and winced in pain at the sting.
Ivory knew, she was not going back into that house. But where would she go? She looked left then right, but all she could see was sand, that covered the ground and blew into her face, in her eyes, and on her new injury. So she walked.
Soon she saw large, moving things in the distance. She ran to them as fast as her small, spindly legs could carry her. Then she realized that they were Thunderers--The very same for which her mother named her, Named her Ivory after their strong, majestic white tusks.
"You are strong," her mother had said before she had died "Never doubt that." Ivory hoped that this would be true in the long days to come.