Raymond
*Serena quickly rushes in, getting her arms under the massive canifor's to support him up gently and so he doesn't crash his knees into the ground. One hand pours the water into his open maw, tilting his head back so it didn't spill out of his mouth.*

"You need me to carry you too? Or will you be able to walk? You're not even really conscious, are you?

*What was this armored wolf doing out here nowhere with no water? It was lucky that he stumbled in the right direction, and during her hike as well. Maybe she could take him in; Alde was away, anyways.*
Bertha
*It takes the canifore a few minutes to readjust and recenter his thoughts. The drought that had plagued him robbed his mind temporarily, and if it was any later he might of lost his life. He owed this girl a great debt...*

"No... Can walk... Thank you..."
*He mutters softly, seeming to regain a slight amount of color in his face. With a little more time to relax, the wolf slowly stands. He seems uneasy on his feet thought, barely keeping himself from the floor. It might be a good idea to at least support his lumbering figure, get him to the camp before he passes out. He looked heavy thats for sure, a difficult one to carry.*
Raymond
"Drink some more. We have more water back at camp. Stand strong, soldier!"

*The uzhi gives the canifor an armored pat on the back, handing him the waterskin. He would need it more than she did. Serena picks up her spear and hoisting it over her shoulder, staying close to the canifor in case he dropped again.*

"Camp's not that far. Only about a hundred feet. What's your name? I'm Serena."

*She begins walking towards the camp, slowly to make sure he was following along.*
Bertha
*Grey nods lightly, remarking at how she talked... It was familiar, but the haze left him knowing from where or when. The wolf stumbles lightly as Serena pats his back, gently taking the waterskin from the slime's hands. He then begins his improving trek towards the camp, though his movement is slow and sluggish. He doesn't look at the slime as she asks him for his name, the words taking a few to register in his head.*

"Name...? Grey... Morins..."
*He said dryly, bringing the water skin to his maw once more to wet his throat. He seemed to at least function now. An improvement from before.*