You have been wandering for quite a while now. Your pelt stained with dust and mud, dulled into an unsatisfactory lackluster shade. Despite fatigue and soreness, your legs resume movement; muscles continue expanding and contracting from repetition. You are absorbed in your troubles, bored by the unchanging landscape you had stopped peering about your surroundings. That is, until a gentle breeze stirs your tangled locks. Your head raises, eyes gaze at the panorama. The land is alive; tendrils of green spring up from the fertile earth, flowers blossom, and trees grow leafy and bear fruits. It seemed like no living animal had touched it, not laid eyes on it even, until you came.