Golden Glade Alone

Luckily for both of them, a fresh drizzle had created a puzzle deep enough for Domi to get a nice mouthful of both mud and water. She raced back to the girl, finding her drifting in and out, and used her nuzzle to part the other's jaw just enough for her own mouth to fit inside. She streamed the loose water in first, then spat the mud down just beside her, as one could only assume that there was albeit digusting moisture to be found within it. Domi wanted to snap her patient out of it, but thought it to be more wise to regurgitate what was left of the squirrel from earlier first. 

The pile smelled absolutely vile, but Domi kept telling herself that this is the rough part she had to go through to get to the good. Sweetpea? Wake up, stay with me. She motioned toward the makeshift meal and hoped that she could find the strength to at least nibble.