if it gets what it needs some other way. There's a lot he doesn't know about this creature.
"You should drink," he tells it. His voice is stronger now. Less like something scraped from the bottom of a dry well.
The dog tilts its head, then picks its way down to the water's edge. It laps at the river with a pink tongue, delicate, almost dainty. The fur around its mouth darkens with moisture.
He sits back on the rocks and lets the sun hit his
