Last summer the lake had shrunk with the unrelenting drought. This summer the very air they need to survive threatened to choke them if they remained outside the den for too long. Would she ever see another clam peaceful summer? She hoped so...
These bleak thoughts swirled within her mind as all she could do was lay within the communal den. Her head rested atop her forelimbs as her hazy gaze watched the equally hazy outside world. She was being a good patient and remaining in the den as she had been told to. Her silver dusted ears perked up from the found of footfalls outside. Everyone was supposed to be taking breaks from the smoke. Who would be visiting her now?