Stone Circle How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

The once roaring river, reduced to a small trickle, gently burbled a few feet from the packmates. Kegana watched as the water tickled the still drowned rocks, carrying dust and debris. "For the river. To return the life blood of our pack." She dropped her head to look at her paws, gently shifting a rock under her paw. Saying it allowed suddenly made her feel foolish, the mongol was embarrased for a moment. Until her resolve set in, and she lifted her head high, waiting to hear Greyback's opinion on the matter. 

Kegana hadn't really noticed the changing weather. She was used to the heat, Mongolia had a very similar climate to the Wilds. She was actually surprised at the amount of water that was around, her own family had had to make do with much less. The woman nodded, taking a step toward the small stream. If he was thirsty he should drink while he still could.