Lost Creek Hollow the light was weak and carnivorous

If he couldn't keep down food, then perhaps he would be able to take water? It would be important to keep him hydrated if he was to be vomiting the way he was. Mary thought that maybe after getting him to a fresh water source (or rather, getting the water to him) she could try with the hare. Even better, she could try and feed him like a pup with regurgitated meat, but that was a personal affair that she would need more explicit permission for. Take a deep breath for me, she whispered as she drew in close and began to run her nose along the length of his abdomen, pressing into the area of his stomach and diaphragm only slightly. 

Mary hadn't had a chance to really search out the area just yet, but she knew from listening that there was plenty of water nearby. She stood high and tall while she tracked the source of the rushing, then carefully made her way over. Most of the leaves in the area had since succumbed to the cold weather, having wilted from their places in the canopy; the idea of a boat wasn't very likely to work. Mary scooped up as much water into her mouth as she could, rushed back to the boy, and began to dig a small divot in the ground. Her cheeks were growing sore from holding their expanded position, but she knew that she would have to add pebbles to the floor of the makeshift dish before she could offer her gift to the patient.

Once she'd finished corraling enough small rocks and debris into the shallow hole, she slowly let go of the water, being careful to minimize the splashing. There were some holes in between the flooring of the dish so he would have to drink quickly to get most of what he needed. Here, try to drink some of this, okay? she cooed, gently nudging his shoulder.