Luneshale Pass Desert Groove

at the first touch of water in what felt like an eternity, Racharra nearly fell completely in it. she lapped at the banks desperately, and for quite a while too. when she finally lifted her head, she had a wet but small little beard of fur hanging below her jaw and her brown nose moist.
thank you. she let out an exasperated gasp to Legend, eyes squinting to gaze at her under the sun that continued to loom over them. an angel, or a blessing from Ra, that's what Legend was to the lake cub at this moment.