The Sahara wolf pack, having roamed for a day and a night, was unbearably hungry; yet all they could see around them were sparse shrubs, weeds, and endless yellow sand. Apart from grazing like plump lambs, the only thing they could do was dig in the soil for beetles to eat.
The Sahara during the day was as hot as a griddle, with even the beetles burying themselves deep out of sight, leaving only choking dust when the wolves dug.
A few Subordinate Wolves stopped and scratched their hind legs; they nipped at their fur with sharp teeth, attempting to rid themselves of the damned fleas, while their sidelong glances occasionally drifted toward the leading alpha wolf, seemingly harboring discontent but suppressing it out of respect for authority.
The alpha wolf was the strongest and most intimidating in the pack, noticeably larger in size compared to the rest, and enjoyed the undivided attention of the female wolves.