Wishy washy

Kreft would be making his way to the old river bed, he had taken a liking to the place and would often come here to think. Only this time there was somebody else here, It was Arian but there was something strange about her she didn’t smell right. He would let out a small woof to let the woman know he was here, he would then seek to approach her. Her stomach seemed a bit more bulgy than when he had last seen her, was she having more luck finding food than the rest of them. But that wouldn’t explain the smell, he looked at her for a while before he figured out that he should at least ask “What has happened to you?”