Broken Boulder half-dead

!!!!!

The young Governor already itched to wander again, though he had not even been back for a day. He stifled these urges by wandering the borders, marking them when he remembered. It was more for the sake of announcing themselves, he figured; Alarian couldn't imagine himself running anyone off, not unless they made it necessary. His pack would be a sanctuary. It would be the place he had so desperately needed in his youth-- so maybe, just maybe, he could prevent others from becoming like him.
He almost didn't catch the new scent. If he had not passed so near to the source, the boy might have missed it altogether. But he didn't-- he caught wind of the stranger, and turned with ears perked to search. It didn't take long.
The shape was pale and motionless. Ali froze, a surge of alarm shooting through his chest. Had someone gone and died on their borders already? The boy drew closer. No-- no, they were definitely alive. She was alive; thin, not visibly wounded, but clearly weak.
He chuffed as he neared, sniffing towards the prone form of the girl.
Hey, are you okay? What happened? Alarian half-expected he would not receive an answer; already he was trying to recall the nearest cache, knowing he and his packmates had worked to fill each one. With no immediately clear answer for the stranger's condition except her bony frame, unless she showed some symptom of illness, he assumed he would have to feed her. It was simple enough-- he only hoped it wasn't too late.