Stars shone high in the night sky, casting a bluish glow over the endless expanse of dunes. Cold, soft breezes blew, continuously moving grains of sand, as if carrying the whispers of that ever-changing environment.
Nothing ever stood still despite the emptiness. It was a contradiction that created a marvelous scenery.
Still, the emptiness wasn't complete that night.
A predator moved swiftly across the sand, his footprints shallow, quickly vanishing in the constant breezes. His body was cold, but his speed was great, making both his passage and very existence hard to notice, let alone track.
Liam was out of his natural habitat but completely in his element. A desert wasn't a tree-covered mountain, but tracking, pursuing, and hunting were his whole upbringing, and the different environment couldn't invalidate those skills.
After all, Liam was no ordinary predator, but neither was his prey, and, after little over a week of searching, he caught its scent.
