Archer Valle
It had been a long, miserable journey up the mountain side - worse than the first time he'd done it. He nearly got lost once, and often thought perhaps he had. It looked so different in the spring, even with the wilting plants. There was no water to be found, much as Archer searched, and he hoped the lake was still exactly that. He didn't know what he'd do if he got to the Cove and found nothing to quench his thirst; he didn't think he'd be able to make it back home without something.
Finally, finally, he scented their neighbors' border and halted. He flopped onto his haunches, panting for a moment and licking his dry lips before politely howling for someone in the pack to meet him. He didn't want to intrude uninvited - even for a drink, desperate as he was.
Archer is very haggard and thin; it is obvious he is not doing well.