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The answer was worrying to Eljay, who'd hoped that at least she had eaten somewhat-recently. Like... Yesterday, maybe? But she didn't remember when, and though he continued digging the hole and he put the meat back under the earth, he did mention, We'll keep this here, but you should eat it later today. Eljay really hoped that it wouldn't come to him forcing Maia to eat something, but he also didn't want her to get worse because she hadn't been eating.

For now though, the priority was getting some water inside of her. Eljay buried the haunch of deer meat and turned to Maia when she asked him if he heard the sound. Sound? He wondered if it was a side-effect of getting hurt; maybe she did have a concussion? What sort of sound is it? he asked while he started guiding the way to the nearby stream. It was a shallow stream running close to the den; a perfect place for a quick drink without the risk of pups drowning. It was perfect for the injured, too, since it wasn't far down from the ground and wouldn't require much straining to get a sip in.