Rosewater Oasis oh, i get it. you're not allowed to talk.

there's a dull ache in his head that increases in severity with each pound of his heart. it's hard for stark not to count them when he feels them like a thunderous anvil in his skull.

he does not notice the stranger until his voice breeches into the space between them. with some effort, stark's head rises to stare at the pale beast across the pond asking if he was friend or foe.

his paw is covered in his own watery regurgitation; being much of anything other than desperate to rehydrate himself was more than stark could currently comprehend.

dehydrated, he rasps in answer. not looking to be anyone's foe.