Heron Lake Plateau its easy to get hungry when you ain't got shit to lose.

Since Screech is PPC now, we can probably wrap this up. :) Mildly PPing him in accordance with the PPC guidelines.

Screech was responsive, but he was still very woozy. His nose was hot and dry, his tongue leathery and parched. His body temperature was elevated and his breathing was a little rapid. Raven suspected severe dehydration, and it wasn't surprising considering he'd been comatose for so long. She and Niamh both had done their best to keep water going into him -- the gamma with her little shell, and the healer with large clumps of moss soaked in the lake -- but it wasn't enough. She reached for the small shell of water that he had initially ignored and urged him to drink it. He did his best, but he was unsteady and still very out of it, and they ended up spilling more of it than he actually got down his throat.

After making sure he was stable, she emerged from the den and faced Niamh. She felt a great deal of gratitude to the blonde she-wolf for watching over her brother the way that she had, and a glimmer of it shone in her eyes as she looked at Niamh. "He's coming to, and he seems okay, but he really, really needs more water. I'm going to run to the lake and get some, if you don't mind staying here and keeping an eye on him. Try to keep him awake if you can."