It was a stifling hot summers day. A welcome cool breeze drifted across the manor grounds. Many moonlits watched the sky for the signs of a cloud, hopeful that it would block the sun for even a few minutes to give them respite from heat. Alas, like the past few weeks, there was not a cloud in sight. It was needless to say most moonlits didn't like this sign.
It had been weeks since a cloud had been seen, and months since the last rain, and all knew what that meant; The area was locked in a deep drought. With the heat the way it had been for the last three weeks, water was getting scarce, it wouldn't be long before it ran out fully. Most owners, and even a few anthros, were bringing in water from outside sources, hoping to slow the usage of water, but there were things that would inevitably strain the water supply, such as laundry and cooking.

Meanwhile, a group of moonlits were gathering near the porch of the manor. At the lead, an anthro named Lucky, his mate Emerald, his son Charlie, and his daughters Llewellyn and Natalie McMaster.

"Water, Ye all need water. Just as I need water, ye all need water. What little be left here is not enough to last. What we need is ta find more. My family and I are going ta look for more, and if ye wish ta help, ye can get off ye lazy bums and get over here." He yelled to the grounds. He was going on what most called a foolhardy attempt to search for another water source, on that could hold them through the drought. Most said that if any water at the manor was gone, it wasn't likely that there were any source outside the manor that was anytime near. Lucky, though, disagreed. He thought that it was more likely that a spring or river was nearby that wasn't likely to have dried up in the continuing drought. Such things had a huge reserve of water, ether from a mountain lake or an underground pool, both of which would be barely affected by the drought.
"So, who be with me?" He asked the moonlits.