Lost Creek Hollow The prowler needs a jump

the man did not speak, but broke into a coughing fit; mona dashed forward to nudge him sharply, if allowed. her need to help rather outweighed her sense of self-preservation; it could very well be that he rose to snap at her. but of course mona did not factor that into her approach, nor did she sense nunataq's impending theft of the bone.
closer now, she saw how very thin he was; the scents of the leaders were tangled in his pelt, but he seemed flightly, despondency in the lines of his body. mona blinked anxiously, looking him over as he choked, unsure of what else she might do. a strong sense of helplessness gripped the girl then, but she remained nearby, steadfast.