Whitefish River running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop

He saw her shivering and eyed her over. He sighed and with gentle precision. He maneuvered his herbs into a pile, making sure to lay them gently. He could carry them in his mouth or wrap them back in the wet fur. 

Come here. He had gripped the  skin in his maw and tried to speak through a full mouth. I can rub this over some of the worst spots it should soak up the water or you're gonna catch your death.

He would push it onto her back and with paws he could maneuver it to dry her off some, though whether she'd allow him was another thing entirely. She may have a hissy. And well that was all fine and good if she didn't die because he was too stubborn.

He gave a small shrug. Poor company is still company.