He nods, and scoops an arm under her belly and another around her back legs, holding her gently as he gets up. He heads towards the central district, and glances down at the fox. ... It's cold, and he can't feel a heartbeat.

He needs to help canines, but... "What are you?" It's not a normal fox. Some kind of Hedge beast? Something sent to spy on them? His grip tightens slightly.