hunger and the need to rest

As chances would have it, though he did not see her, her path inadvertently led right by where he lay. At first she did not recognize the shape to be one of her own kind, but as she warily approached, she saw that it was in fact a wolf, one in way worse shape than she had been, even at the height of her injured fever. His bones stood out sharply and only the rise and fall of his breath showed that life still was present.

Tentatively she approached, stopping a short distance away. Though she did not like to disturb him, she felt perhaps she could help the sorry creature. "Hey. Are you alright?"