He is lying there, on the warm ground of the forest, weakened. A tall furry, a black dog, at least 9 feet tall and intimidating if not for his current state. He whine in his sleep, weakly, his breath too soft to be a good sign for his health.

You feel a visceral urge to help this 'puppy' back into shape. You have a healing potion, food, water, know a bit of first aid. But as you draw closer, you feel a shiver, as if you just stepped into what could be an inescapable fate.

Your mind is-