Totoka River fell asleep with death and fell short of breath

Huh?

Her words struck him as odd. He...guessed he was very grey? There was a bit of tan on the back of his ears and the bridge of his muzzle, though. Which he supposed explained her second sentence. Concern swept over his features at her apology. Why don't you just relax, lay down or something. He looked around as if someone more experience in this kind of situation might appear. You should probably try to have some water too.

Tentatively he moved closer, mindful of how she might react, silver gaze still examining her. Maybe there was some kind of physical illness he could see. Other than the obvious fact she was underweight. Before he could stop himself a question tumbled forth. When was the last time you ate?