It is extremely rare that this kitsune and cat would work together, but at the moment, neither one paid any attention to their disdain for each other. Outside the auction house stall the voices of Saber and Dour rose with frustration. Numbers were thrown back and forth as ethics were challenged. This argument fell deaf to the fight raging within the small stall, though. Tama and Kotaro's worries grew as time stretched since the creature first collapsed into the soft straw. Not once had she tried to regain her footing. Forgoing his pride, Tama nodding and listened as Kotaro gave commands, instructing to hold the massive muzzle open as he prepared to force vital nutrients into the poor creature. Minutes felt like hours as the only sound the two staff paid any mind to was the continued weez of the struggling lungs, their concerns mounting. It was Tama who finally voiced their thoughts.

"Will she make it?..."
..."I... don't know"...