Herbalists' Cache You oughta know by now

Fallen Sun, however, noticed that his throat hurt. Noises that wolves could understand, if one did not know how to do so, were hard on vocal cords. Thirst consumed his thoughts, followed by hunger and sleep, but the threads of excitement over that which had transpired still sparkled in his eyes.

His whine even sounded hoarse, and he gave one final woof in an attempt to see if it even sounded like anything. 

Wahrr. The male licked his muzzle, looking for something to quench his thirst.

And then, perhaps, he would look for food. 

Did Lauh have food?