The unpleasant noises of battle and hatred led Cavi away from the pack lands he hoped would be at peace soon. Arguments and stipulations were not his best to settle. He did not have a very charismatic tongue. He had lived away in the high mountains all his life and raised by a lonely healer. No one would have expected him to have a voice knowing that. But he had a voice, and a head full of beliefs and opinions. Somehow he hoped the two lands could settle their differences and even join into coexisting packs. The spirits brought the trouble only because other spirits had brought them trouble. The origination of this did not matter as it had always been and would always be unless creatures died with a clean heart. They would have to abandon all their hatred and negative energy at the grave so they could help their children and children’s children in the future.
His thinking turned to the subject of finding water. Besides the sound, he had left the lands for a source of water. There were a few springs there, but the noises kept him away. Still, he rethought the idea so as he came out of the pack lands, as it felt even hotter. The heat was terrible.

Cavi reached the Archrock pond. It had freshwater that you could see the little fish and assorted rocks clearly. The pond was pretty, but shallow and small. The summer had made work of its edges that were cracked or muddy with lingering moisture. Though it seemed as though it would dry up in a few weeks, a small waterfall fed water to it from the mountains.
Cavi filled his belly full of water to dull his craving for food. He had been a bit hungry, but he had come into the custom of taking in water instead of food to keep his going longer. He’d hunt eventually, of course, but right now he was exhausted and he doubted his hunting ability.
He decided to relax a bit and take in a bit of the sites. The archrock itself was an interesting landmark. Maybe he should climb up on it later? Right now though, he was hot and didn’t feel like rising to his feet. He’d try to get the thoughts of war out of his head and fantasize of his cool mountain home of peace.