The weather here was interesting. One day, it would shine the sun. Another, it would pour down rain like no tomorrow. Yet, another day, the wind would blow like she was in a category five tornado. It was very esoteric for her. Nothing had ever confused her more than this world she had entered. Changing weather, packs, lots of food, water, and almost a teasing hint of magic found in the corners of the place. Easily overlooked, yet you couldn't miss them once you saw your first. She thought she'd seen magic, but it escaped her and she hadn't seen it since. Maybe someone else had seen it...

Either way, that was them, and not her. Instead, Amber was out to get something real, called water. This substance constantly moved, was normally cold, and had a strange feeling called ‘wet’. At least, that’s what she thought a pup would think. It was so long young that she was in those paws, so Amber had less and less to go on every year.
Coming to the river bank, the female trotted left, and then right, looking for a lower spot where she might get a drink. Finding such a location, the female lowered her muzzle to drink.