Mehera had never been in the rouge lands and had never been so far away from her family before. Shoot, she'd never not known where they were before either. Her cheeks were still stained with tears from the loss of her home and family. After the catastrophe, there wasn't a home to return to even if she knew how to get back there. It took all her strength to continue holding in the pain and sadness that was engrained in her heart forever. Mehera sighed and hung her head low. The small juvenile cub had no idea what to do now. The only thing she could hope for was to find someone, anyone, who would be willing to help her. However, she wasn't to optimistic about it, after all, she had heard stories about weirdos living out here or prides who would enslave others or worse. Mehera could feel herself growing weaker due to starvation and dehidration but she had no idea how to fend for herself in any sense of the word. "Hello?" She yelled out, hoping someone nearby would hear her. At this point she would welcome the possibility of becoming a slave if it meant some food and water. "Please, somebody, help!" She yelled out once more with her raspy voice before she collapsed on the sand, her pink eyes mostly closed. Everything seemed to bright and loud even though there wasn't so much as a light breeze. Her breathing was labored and everything ached, the muscles in her legs were tense and on the verge of cramping again. "Please just let me die already." Mehera said to the sky, her eyes closing tightly together as if she was expecting something to happen.
