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The girl straightened slightly at the word wash. Wash meant water, and Mya had never been so thirsty in her life. She trotted after the man — Khusobek — with renewed vigor, although she still felt weak as a kitten. There was no room in her mind to wonder what a hesbut was, nor whether it was a good idea to be following a stranger into a strange land.

The truth was that she doubted her family was here, too. At this point, she wanted any kind of family, even if it was not her own. She had never been so sad around other wolves. The life of a loner was not for her.

She slowed as they left the sky behind, and the air grew almost damp enough to quench. It was cool inside, almost jarringly so against her tender paw pads. She moved as if in a trance until they came to the first water. There, Mya pounced as if the stream might escape from her to drink from the wellspring, and to dip her paws into the cool silk. She forgot her audience until her stomach cramped in revolt. A tiny whine escaped her gritted teeth, and she paced herself enough to dampen her face and wipe her eyes, the back of her neck slowly heating as she became more self aware.

"Sorry," she said, her voice still a croak, but her throat no longer feeling like sandpaper.

She turned back to Khusobek when she was sure the stinging in her eyes could be passed off as an effect of her scrubbing.

"My name's Mya."

She was ready to follow, now. It seemed there was no shortage of water in this place.