Having finished slaking his thirst, Eros took a step into the remaining waters of the dwindled cataract. There used to be fish that swam amongst the ripples, but most of them had been hunted by desperate animals or suffocated by the retreating depths. It was a stark reminder of their unfortunate reality, but still the young Valle focused on the future. All things had an after, didn't they?
"Hey Archer..." he bid for his siblings attention without taking his eyes off his paws, toes wriggling in the silt.
"Y'ever think about how we're like, barely younger than Dad and Uncle Vay were when they founded the Backwater?"
He did, a lot. Eros wanted to be that independent, to make his own rules.