Would it be just his luck that he lost a large reptilian beast along the way? Yes it would be. But then again why did he even care? Not like he was fucking responsible for the feral beast. She was more problems than he felt was worth it and yet he was steadily searching the horizon for any signs of her. Where could she had even gone off to? Then again someone with that type of mindset tread where they wanted to. Killed what they wanted to and he felt the irritation deep in his bones. Sparks sizzled between strains of his fur as he tread deeper into the darkness of the desert. Thankfully the night time air was cooling instead of on fire. With his pure white coat he would have probably burned in a matter of seconds. He was rather sensitive to sunlight and to heat in general. So approaching a desert was a bit tricky at first. Though he had a feeling that someone like her would thrive in the heat of a desert.

The massive wolf sighed as he shook his form and rose up over a huge mass of sand, pausing on top to try and see anything. "Such a waste of my time. If she gets fucked up it shouldn't be my problem." There was no attachment,  no companionship. He wanted to believe that but he was lying to himself. He wasn't leaving and that made everything pretty clear. Trudging down the hill he began to move forward after spotting some burnt looking patches of sand and forest, or was ot a jungle. He didn't know, didn't care. All he knew was that one, he was hungry, two; he was hungry, and three; he still hadn't found her.