Archer Valle
Now that the 'season' appeared to be over and they'd gotten the news that his ma was pregnant, Archer felt a little less inclined to stick so close to home. He felt back that Eros was in trouble and he was leaving him behind, but the younger Valle boy needed to get out on his own sometimes. He needed some fresh air. Like his brother, he was definitely feeling the angst of teenage-hood creeping up on him. It didn't help that two of his siblings and his age-mate aunt had gone missing, with so many other members of their pack. Out of the six pups born the same time as him, only three of them remained. Thank whatever force was at work in the world that @Eros himself hadn't taken off.
Well, he had, but he'd come home in the end, even though he'd gotten in trouble. Archer didn't know what he'd do if Eros disappeared too; he didn't want to leave his home, but he'd probably have to go looking for his brother. The naive lug would get himself into trouble far away, and then where would he be?
Besides, there was an illness creeping through the Backwater, and Archer wanted to be helpful. He didn't know the growing season of hellbore or yarrow, but he hoped those might help and had decided to set out to find some. If he could, anyway. He just wanted to be doing something, and he wanted to be helpful.
And then there was the water. The backwater, usually so full, was dry. Archer was finding harder and harder to get water. All the puddles were drying up shortly after they formed. He'd taken to licking dew off budding leaves when they were lucky enough to even get dew.
Archer heard a faint flopping noise - a noise that was familiar. He turned and picked up his pace to find a small, mostly-dry creekbed with several fish struggling to get through the extremely limited water. Archer licked his lips. He hadn't had fish in ages, and these looked like they'd be easy picking.
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.