Softly padded the paws of the young lioness, her evergreen eyes searching the sands for signs of life, be it prey animal or otherwise. Food would be preferred at this point, something she could take back home and enjoy leisurely, away from the boiling heat. Her jaws were parted, a sadistic sort of grin seemingly plastered across her face, though all it amounted to was panting to rid herself of the heat her body was soaking up from the sands themselves. Black tipped ears swivelled this way and that, listening to the sounds of the sands themselves.

One could tell a lot, simply by listening to their own footsteps, to the sand as it swirled in little dust devils nearby, and to the sky itself. If one stepped just right, the sand made a squeaking sound beneath rubberized pawpads. If one stood for more than a moment, the sound of the sand crunching and oozing between one's toes could be heard and felt at the same time. Pausing for a moment, one could hear the dust devils spreading granules of sand back down upon it's peers, before picking up others to be tossed aside elsewhere. Such was a sound that would mimic rain, except much softer.