Redtail Rise where has the water gone?

It was perhaps unwise to throw his lot in with the rise wolves, so maligned by nature. Yet something about them mightily intrigued young Cambria. He thought often of the pale she-wolf, then the poor child @Mulherin sought. Cambria was only a yearling himself, though he was healthy, strong and self-sufficient. Maybe he could help them…

He ranged closer to the mount this morning, carrying the leg of a deer carcass he’d discovered in the forests to the east. It wasn’t particularly fresh, though it was still good meat, and he wanted to offer it to the Redtails. He wanted something in exchange.

He spotted a white figure in the distance and halted, two-toned eyes widening a little. It was the white she-wolf who had haunted the back of his mind since meeting. Cambria made a snuffling noise around the haunch in his mouth, hoping to catch her attention.

She looked better, from what he could see at this distance, but something on her face told the Dragonling that things continued to go wrong upon the rise.