Broken Boulder vaguely uncomfortable post-fart silence

he rolls his eyes, tail tip flicking every couple beats as if to emphasize his annoyance. dogs are so dumb. he doesn't even have any food! "well, i didn't steal any," he tells him, stomach rumbling right then as if to prove his point. he hasn't felt up to darting around trying to avoid the dogs or hunting something himself, so in a way it's not a lie — conveniently forgetting all the food he'd stolen before getting sick, of course.
"and even if i wanted to, i can't stop anyone," he adds, pouting a little now. "if it were up to me, we wouldn't even be here." the thought increases his misery; he's sick now, and he didn't even want to be here! he shivers and huffs, looking at the dark dog like it's all his fault.