Looking for a Life Raft

Chrysanthos collapsed in a makeshift den, tucked away in the Redwater Rocks. There was enough of a crevice he was just able to squeeze inside. His pack lay next to his side while Bolla curled up on the other side. A wet, wracking cough shook his body but he was too weak to lift his head again. He knew it was a respiratory infection that had likely devolved into pneumonia during his winter wanderings. He'd been separated from the rest of Olympia and no mater how he searched he could not find anyone from his family. He searched long after he should've stopped to heal and this was the consequence. He'd pushed his body to far and no he was too tired to really tend to himself. Bolla had done her best, using mint poultices and making marshmallow and comfrey tea but they were running out of supplies. In addition, Chrysanthos hadn't been eating. He had next to no energy to hunt and had been living off of scraps and the left overs of other predators. His golden eyes closed, he was just ready to be done.