a toadstool for your time

https://www.ardently.org/showthread.php?tid=34151&pid=209717#pid209717

He’d ventured to Lirim’s old lands once more to check the prey population and see how they were faring on an unusually harsh winter. However, retching and the thrashing of a small figure caught his attention as he stopped to gain his bearings and scanned the area.

A small, slim young woman seemed distressed, and the sting of bile and the musty, earthy scent of fungi touched his nose as he trotted forward, woofing softly to let her know he was there as he drew near enough to study her.

He was no master healer, but he knew just enough to know the symptoms of poisoning. And his mind raced over the options. Water, he decided, and an emetic to be sure her stomach rejected all of the bad mushroom. Well, water was certainly nearby, so he called softly, “Can you follow me, miss?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think