Sariah chewed on a bone. It was the best food the leopard could find. She flicked her tail and crunched the bone in two. She licked her parched, dry lips and padded onward, to where she didn't know. She came across a dead tree and climbed it. She lay on a branch and watched the dust blow. She was used to this, though. She lived here-the only place for an evil being like her.