Heated Life

Kedar danced across the desert sand. His gray coat shimered in the sun making him look like a mirage. He had sweat on his neck from the heat of the day. He tossed his head so that his mane fanned his neck. He took long full strides. He had a destination in mind. There is a small grove of desert trees about two miles away. He snorted as he saw it in the distance. Where there are trees, there is water. He licked his wind burned lips with his dry tongue.

Yarah stood under a small grove of trees. The hot sun didn't strike her nearly so badly here. There was no water like she had thought there would be. She had eaten most of the grass that had grown under the protection of the trees. Her white coat was a camofluage since it matched the white sand surrounding her. She let out a frustrated whinny.