Neverwinter Forest holy water running dry

The Beta female had only strayed from Moonspear's borders after observing the evening before the largest herd she had ever seen moving together toward her packlands. Though they were not too far, Hydra brought @Lyra and @Alya with her to encourage the animals closer still to home. And that was what they did, throughout the day; they lazily encouraged the critters out of Neverwinter and toward the mountains. Once they finished this task, @Lyra and @Alya went on to complete it as Hydra sought to investigate the rest of the territory for any that might have been left behind. 

The skies had changed; what had been an oncoming thunderstorm was there before Hydra could think to quit the territory and head toward the mountains. For the meantime, she would find refuge here; as she meandered throughout the territory, she found only remnants of the herd but none of them themselves. She and her sisters had done well, she thought to herself with a pleased flick of her tail. 

She was dryer than the stranger that broke through the woods and into her line of sight; the bitch bristled for a moment, startled by his arrival as it had been accompanied by a thunderclap that announced him. Lightning flashed and lit the curve of her pale fangs, which she quickly sheathed as she looked to the familiar face—one that even time could not permit her to forget. Her ears pricked as she looked to him, wondering how he might take to her presence. Hydra had never wanted their companionship to end, but life had other plans for them; his wanderlust was what he prioritized, just as she had done in being unable to leave her family behind. Had Galaxy not passed, perhaps her life would have been very different—but she had, and Hydra was fiercely protective over the new life that her mother had brought into the world. 

So, the pieces had fallen where they would—but here he was again, before her very eyes, and alone.