Hideaway Strath Moon Song

Thirsty...

With heaving sides and exaggerated steps the yearling scoured the earth in search for water to aid his dried tongue and lips.

Senses—numbed too long ago to remember which way was north or south did nothing to help his compass, and with the small tickle in the back of his mind reminding him his end was near Fig gave not a care for potentially wandering into pack's lands.

He only needed salvation in the form of water.