"Shoot, I really wish there was more we could do," Akita said, shaking her head.  She wished there was more she could do than just wish, but there wasn't at the moment.  Hearing the quiet clicking of Golen's claws talking the floor, Akita followed him to the kitchen.  "You hungry?" she asked with an almost empty smile.  The woman reached into the cupboard and pulled out the bag of dog food.  She measured out a cup and poured it into a silver dish reading "Golen".  "There you go, sorry we don't have wet food anymore."