Give me some advice

Once he left Ignita to it, he trotted to the den of his newest slave. He kept her in the den across the Col from his. In easy sight of his patio, and his companions were often on a watch point there. Not necessarily for her sake, but to keep an eye on the rest of the pack. That it was easy to include her obedience was only a happy coincidence.

He knocked on the door with the back of his paw, his only warning before he stepped in. He’d ordered her to stay in the den the first night, but had since given her freedom to wonder the Col. But according to his companion, he was in the den. “Marina” he said briskly as he entered, giving no pleasantries beyond her name before he jumped straight to it. “I need your knowledge as a healer. If you had a patient that could be described as suddenly checking out mentally, breathing quickly, heart rate up, and unresponsive to what was going on around her but no injuries, what would you think was happening?”

"Basilisk"