where oh where could our sister be?

Her paws were sore, her legs felt heavy and her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth. She was so thirsty she almost imagined she could hear her noisy brothers somewhere in the distance. The crisp scent of fresh (if muddy and duck poopy) water drew her onward, closer and closer to the reedy edge of the lake. As she finally bent down to quench her thirst, the voices continued, closer, and then pulling further away. The girl lifted her heavy head, small horn nubs feeling like they weighed half as much as the world

"Oi…" Her voice was raspy from disuse and quiet from the dryness of her throat even after gulping so much water. So she tried again, this time bounding in the direction her brother’s voices were retreating. "Oi! What’re you two doin’ out ‘ere?" She could swear they were just out of sight.