Qeya River I met this dude at Coachella

Her muscles loosened and she crumpled, still dimly conscious but mostly out of it as she sank down onto the damp riverbank in strangely slow motion. Wildfire rolled with the shoreline's natural grade, sliding toward the water's edge. That should have roused her, yet she didn't react when she slipped a few inches into the water. Fortunately, she didn't go any further, coming to rest there in the shallows, head swaying ominously as she fought on some basic level to remain aware.

The fish being thrust toward her affected her where the water's wet, chilly touch had failed to elicit any sort of reaction. In fact, it was if someone had put smelling salts beneath her nose. Wildfire went suddenly rigid, eyes blinking rapidly. With an uncharacteristic snarl, she lurched toward the proffered food, blindly aiming to tear it from the other wolf's grasp.