Trouble was, the food supply was drying up in a delayed parallel with the water, and it was only now that Kinis had the means and motive to start hunting for it. Everything was so much more difficult than it should have been. The weather was getting colder, but not too noticeably, not <i>yet</i>, and the water situation was as hopeless as ever. Today, hunger was to blame for his initial wanderings, but it was his thirst's fault that he had ended up moving so far. He had long lost the rodent which had started everything, but it had led him to the belief that he could hear running water.
With the lands as dry as they were, you never passed up the opportunity for a drink. The river still sported the occasional puddle - though they were more fittingly described as 'rare' nowadays - but it was difficult finding a reliable water source. The once-housebound Kinis found himself wandering further and further just to satisfy this most basic need. It unsettled and disturbed him, fearing going too far and being unable to return. The risk was well balanced, though; should he chance upon a good source, Ruiko would surely be proud of him for it. It was worth it.
Today, though, was not that lucky day. Though he made for the water sounds with the utmost concentration, it was with no avail; the tempting noises vanished with no parade or warning, no explanation. Was it madness? Kinis whined softly to himself, finally forced to give up the chase after more than three hours of searching. It was lost. He could think of no explanation other than his wishful imaginings, and was set not to waste any more energy on something which did not exist.
Of course, now he had the interesting predicament of finding his way back. Swallowing hard, trying to prevent his dry throat from distracting him even more than it already had, Kinis turned about, slowly regaining his bearings. He had never travelled here before, but so long as he kept his awareness, it should not be too much trouble to simply follow his own scent back home... back to the dry den. Back to thirst and sore throats.
Licking his lips, the young wolf hesitated, casting his eyes about once more, his desperation for hydration staying his usual conservative instincts. </blockquote>
<i>at least... that's where I'm supposed to be...</i></center>