you'll stay with me won't you?
i'll be there every step of the way
This place was unlike anywhere that Cambria had stepped paw before, and although she was uncertain, her thirst forced her to keep going. The young wolf had been separated from her birth pack, and after a full day and a half of searching, she had not only lost their scent but also realized that the drought had fully set in. Everything around her felt hot and dry, and she had turned her attention to the most pressing matter - finding water.
Luckily she was able to smell that on the breeze, and she kept moving. She still held her pack in a part of her mind, but her senses were in demand elsewhere. She was finally starting to think that she was getting close to hydration, when she picked up the scent of other wolves. Her ears pricked eagerly at first, but she quickly felt her body droop in disappointment. It was not anyone she had ever met before. Still, this told her that there was a pack living nearby.
Her throat was parched, and she could only hope her howl would be loud enough still. She sat, tilting her head back to let out her voice, signaling to these strange wolves that she was at their border. Her pelt prickled as she waited. Would they be welcoming? With a shortage of water, Cambria couldn't be sure, and she wouldn't blame them if they weren't.