Dove suppressed a giggle. "For protection? I think what we need is the support of the other animals. Not prey animals, for sure; but friends. Something that will accept a bribe, or something, to help if the PSO attacks again. I'm glad that Squirrel and I weren't there when it happened, but--" She stopped, a look of horror flashing across her face. "Are my pups alright? Terri and Kitty? Oh, I must find out!" Squirrel was left standing by himself after Dove ran off at a gallop towards the nursery. Cocking his head, he shrugged and trotted over to Gerbil.
Sandpiper paced along the pack territory line. Hearing a mouse scuttle close by with her large cup-shaped ears, she pounced on it, speared it with a brown toenail, and sat down briefly to eat it.