Murrit: Seek guidance.

Your guidance is dead.

He was fine twenty minutes ago but suddenly the only NEOMACRODON left in existence decided that now was the best moment to go extinct.

You would say you feel an extreme sense of loss and deep regret, but your bond to him wasn't able to run too deep. He came to you old and wounded and proceeded to laze around while you tried to feed him coconut juice through a straw. But he just kind of stopped after a while, you think the chemicals may have turned his brains to mush just being out here.

RIP in peace.