Sex: MaleVayko could feel the parching of his throat. It was no longer as simple as heading to the Backwater or a nearby stream to quench it… it required an arduous journey to the Falls. It was normally fine, but he had been sequestered at home, doing his solemn duty as a guardian and checking in on Clover but not much else as he took the proper time to grieve the passing of his grandmother. Even now, he only dragged his way out there because of how dire the thirst had become.
He prayed for the drought to end. He was far from a religious man, but if it could rain soon then perhaps he would be swayed. If water could return to the now dried out riverbeds on which they had made their home, then he might find some belief. The tawny man was at a lack of understanding onto how an entire creek could simply dry up like that, and he further wondered if the Valle family was cursed.
He wondered if it was the drought that had done his grandmother in.
He had his answer as the saw the geese gathered protectively by the falls, reacting aggressively as he started to approach. He took a few steps back, a snarl on his features. Of course, this was just his luck… and now he’d have to fight for the resource that was already so scarce.