Totoka River Lost Girl

His journey was a hot, tiring one but McTavish knew there was a river somewhere around here. He had been to this area once before, a few summers ago, however the landscape seemed much changed since the locust swarm had made its appearance. Tavish had been on his way to the coast, hoping to occupy his summer, when the clouds of nasty insects invaded. 
Now, everywhere he went, it was the same scene. 
Bare trees, their skeletal branches reaching towards the heavens like dying hands. Bushes stripped of all their greenery. The ground, a naked sea of brown. And little prey to be found.

McTavish's stomach growled loudly, reminding him that his last meal had been last night, a scrawny rabbit, barely enough to stave off the hunger pains. But with the river brought the hope of fish. Now, fish definitely wouldn't be his first choice, given the option but now was no time to be picky. 
It was eat what you could find till the herds came back or starve.

McTavish could smell the river now he was so close, the scent of water tickling his nose and the mammoth wolf picked up the pace. His long legs ate up the distance in a matter of strides and he nearly laughed with relief at the sight of clear, sparkling water. Laying not far from the edge of the river was a small (to him) dark wolfling, looking forlornly at nothing. McTavish didn't even give it a second thought as he trotted towards the young female, careful to keep a respectful distance. Obviously the girl was in need of some help. "Och Lass, what's a wee thing like you doin by yerself?" He kept his voice soft, so as not to spook her, but it remained deep and rumbling.