Kuerr peeked his bald head from the comforting shade of his newly acquired den. He had been awake for hours, but the sunburn from his days spent out in the desert had prevented him from exploring whilst the sun was still hanging dangerously high in the pale blue sky. Deciding that there was minimal danger, mainly because he was sick and tired of being cooped up inside the den, he took a bold step outside. The hot sand warming his pads slightly, the familiar sensation was more than welcomed. It had been far too long since he had felt the familiar stinging sensation, and he nearly missed it.
With his head held high, he made his way through the Following. His destination already decided in his mind. He was to go to the Temple of Zonje. He was mainly just curious as to what their station of worship looked like. As with his old pack it was mainly just a small statue or idol that pups said their prayers to at night.
It didn’t take him long to reach the Te