There once was a DrakeWoof with the Sniffles

dragonic goodboy with a headcold.

this is a work of imaginative Fiction.
and will sometimes take a step away from Cannon Storytelling.
i havenot, afterall played all of Monster Hunter; that ever did exist.
.... .
it had been awhile since the world almost ended to the toxic miasma. to hatred incarnente. the Black Blight.
......

there were still afew tasks to be done.
training to finish.
specialty weapons& armors.
& commissioning building the most expensive of them.
on the off chance that the carry that Unpresidented Something.

the medkit keeps taking a hit durring my deep spelunking expeditions, too.
i found him on one such a medicine run.
.....

the Zinogre was full-grown. or as my teckie friend'd say RedLining.

he was on the bank of a forest stream.
fur matted. scalie hide, dirty.
he had defensive wounds too.

pale. &his face was even Paler after rolling over.
no dry heaving or gagging.
and no evidence of having puked previously.

this means he was sick with something more permanent than foodposioning. something affecting the inner ear, perhaps.

i called out without moving. ready to defend.
he cracked a hazel eye at me.
still laying on his side.
he seemed Ready, but, not threatened.

"can i help.?"
he moved to roll onto his belly.
turned paler in the face. and his lips turned Deoxygenated Blood blue.
"STOP. Stop, stop. " i literally ran up to his face. got down, pulling his head into my lap.

i tried to comfort him by touching his head& neck.
his temples were noticeably hot.
i clamped the heels of my hands. massage the relativly thin hide.
he grumbled in pain without pulling away.
i lightened up on the vigorous touch. he made the distinctive 'please dont take it away' sound.

so i dug my thumbs into him, with local pressure using my other fingers fo leverage.
his full weight landed on my lap.
weight i didnt even know he was withholding.

as the DrakeWoof turned to goo in my lap. i spoke to him soothingly.
i tried to figured out how to help.
i spoke my thoughts aloud to him gently.

i finally punched the Battle Release on my kitbag.
i held his head with one, &cracked the heatVac seal on a cylinder of Toughness Meat on the bone.
his wetnose tried to hop off his face, but went pale again as his head moved.

i hugged his head, putting the whole spit roast directly into his maw.
he started thumping his tail.
he couldn't move to tear it off the bone. but quickly managed to suck the glaze of like it was Meat Candy.

when i tried to pull a cooperative action so he didn't have to turn his head.
he kept only managing to tear off the corners.
he RELUCTANTLY let me pull the Meat out of his mouth.
i failed to pull it off the bone by hand.

useing my teeth i got a respectable chunk.
after spitting it into my hand and presenting it to him.

i felt horrible for my mistake the moment he tilted his head to inhale the chunk.
i'd've withheld it so he wouldn't move. but i could already tell he'd've chased it down. vertigo bedamned.

after tearing of another chunk, i got all up in his face.
his eyes didn't look open.
but, as i pressed the chunk against his maw. this Huge tongue scooped the meat in.
and flicked around my mouth, faster than i can stop.
he even hit my tonsils real-fast.

i wasn't sure how i felt about the liberty he took with me.
i wasn't even ½ done giving him something to eat before. following up with the medicine that Might help.
i received more of the 'please dont take it away', sound.