The reddish sand under her paws was scorching hot, but the black air around her was cold like death. At night, the desert became a chill abyss, the shapeless earth obscured by the thick layer of darkness that swallowed the last of the sun's rays. Normally, the moon and stars shone brightly over the rocky plateaus and canyons that CanyonClan was named for, but not a single one of them showed themselves tonight, the sky ominously empty. The stars were not watching over her tonight.
Fear made her skin crawl, her fur prickling as she turned in a slow circle, trying to get her bearings, but she could see nothing. Her breath rushed out of her lungs, chest aching in the cold as her paws still burned, sending sweats up and down her legs as though her body didn't know how to respond to the conflicting sensations of hot and cold. She didn't know weather to shiver or pant, but she was feeling sick, her own fear scent threatening to choke her.
A snarl, somewhere in the darkness. The sound traveled