Wherever the Wind Blows Me

At least that is what Paige had went by her whole life, a useless mutt. The frail female sat weakly under a blooming cherry blossom tree, her once white pelt caked with mud and blood, hip bones poking out, almost as if they were ready to break out of the surface of her skin. She was exhausted and hungry. Her dull eyes scanned the beautiful trees as a soft wind blew the pastel pink petals across the land, dancing and twirling. Paige had tried to keep a positive outlook through the whole ordeal, even though it felt like if one more ounce of negativity were to fall upon her, she would collapse under the amounts of stress and pressure. The female slid down the side of the tree, realizing that she wasn't in harms way anymore. She let out a sigh, closing her eyes.