The desert wind swirled around her as she was left in thought. What was it to this guy?

...

Shiraishi An was one of the last wanderers in the Wasteland. Somehow, she managed to survive, even with her stupid thoughts and reckless actions.

She thought she and her small group of two other people, Toya and Kohane, were the only ones left in this broken world.

Though, when she was once out and looking for water as they were finally running out and dehydration had hit her like a bitter wave of realization..

She felt like fainting out there. Her limbs felt as if they were going to collapse any second, her eyes keen for anything that could keep her going. Her throat was closing up, she felt as if she was losing focus with the world..

An was lost. Utterly lost.

...until her eyes fell onto this.. boy. She couldn't even call him a boy, he looked more like a—wait, he had a.. muzzle on?

“Hey!” She called out to him, her mind buzzing with confusing and exhaustion.