In the desert of Hueco Mundo

Leoin runs through the desert of this desolate land. His eyes are hard and his paws are tired from hitting the sand as he runs. Jumping onto a nearby treestump, he pulls back his head and howls at the moon, his sage green eyes are bright and his white wolven mask has almost tribal designs on it, as does his dark wolf like body. A lone wolf in a desolate place. What more could he ask for?