maybe she should be a navigator, because she was damn well getting around. that was an ironic turn of phrase considering her delicate lady situation. she huffed, reaching the oasis by nightfall. the last time she slept in the open away from the Hjarrandi, she went and slept with a man she didn't know very well. oh well. maybe she'd get lucky again. there was no shortage of pretty people in Boreas. why limit herself? wearily, her paws reached the lush environment and she wasted no time going to the oasis for a drink. lapping up the precious water, she'd have to return to her band tomorrow. but where was the rush? the leather could use a few more days of soaking. it would be easier to mold. she only hoped she had added enough salt before she left. Dutch didn't trust the Vikings to add more without her being there. it could ruin the whole batch if they weren't careful, and she practically snapped at anyone that dared go near the soaking leather without permission. lifting her head to stare at her surroundings, she thought she heard some foliage rustling. but when she actually looked, it stopped. huh. "I know you're there" she stated calmly, having no mood for childish games. "come on out. I promise I won't bite much. you may even like it, hah!" she snorted. "SPEECH"

Ramesh was the most miserable little sprout in the whole entire world. He didn’t mean to go this far into the desert, and now he was so lost he didn’t know north from south or up from down. He never should have left the tree line, but then that rabbit was waving its stupid fluffy butt at him, and the next moment he was lost in the desert. He was forced to walk, and his paws hurt, and he was dying.

His sister was especially going to kill him for the last part, he knew. He dragged his limp, dying body across the desert, until he saw and smelled trees and water. With a longing sigh, he dragged himself dramatically a little further, and collapsed on the very edge of the oasis. That was it. He was done, he couldn’t take another step. He licked his dry lips and looked longingly at the water which seemed an impossible distance away from him.

He gave a long, world weary sigh, knowing that no one had it worse then him in that moment, before he dragged himself a little further, and made it into the cool foliage near the lake. Now his burning paws could cool against the soft green, and the sun was off his pelt. He still needed water, but he wasn’t sure he was ever going to move again, when the voice of a giant spoke out. The tiny sprout yelped in surprise and hoped to his feet, before wobbling and falling over again as a wave of dizziness overtook him. He really needed that water. “This is Mr Tree, I’m Mr Tree. Nothing to bite here.”

with the humidity of the west clearly still in desert mode, Dutch wasn't surprised that someone was dehydrated. she had gotten here just in time to prevent her little ones from going without water for too long. seeing the man - or was it a boy? - fall over wasn't surprising. but what was surprising was his height. she never had seen someone smaller than her that wasn't a youth. color her impressed that wolves could get even smaller than her! "shit" she huffed, turning back to the water. she found a large leaf that could be used to carry the liquid to the guy. grabbing it by the stem, she'd dip it into the water and carefully hobble over. she tried not to drop any, but who knew how that went in the process of concern. she'd tilt the leaf down. quickly, she dumped it over his muzzle and tried to get it at least in his mouth. once that was done, she discarded the leaf and smacked him lightly against the cheek with a paw. "c'mon, wake up, buddy. get up, there's more over there. just a bit further." "SPEECH"