Jade Fern Grove well, i might just replace you with a match stick and gasoline

As the she-wolf rose, he noticed a slowness that made her seem in pain. Amun wished there was something he could do; short of waiting for the sunlight to return and bathing her in its warmth, he knew of no medicine for such discomfort. He moved closer to the water's edge to take a drink as she twirled it.

Water slopped off his chin as he spoke, shaking himself. "Oh, I caught a big ground squirrel thing. It was big!" Amun had never seen a marmot before, and didn't realize they were actually smaller typically than groundhogs. The bone he had dropped behind him still retained a cream and pink colour to it, an advertisement of its pleasant flavour.

"There might still be marrow in it - you should have it," he offered, stepping backward awkwardly to punch it toward her with his nose.