Peng was in the desert, in the shade of a bolder. He was covered in dust and dirt, he looked like he hadn’t eaten for months, his beautiful pink eyes were weary, and pale. His ribs could be seen through his fathers, his beak was slightly open, his golden wings were covering some of him from the hot sun, he was in a weak state, his spear was next to him, he looked tired, some half eaten bugs were next to him