Squirrel trotted up. His eyes widened as he saw Dove. "M-mama?" he stuttered, berries falling out of his mouth as his jaw dropped. Squirrel looked up at Hawk and Falcon, alarmed. "What's wrong?" he asked, quickly. "What happened?" He was about to nuzzle his mother when Sandpiper barked sharply.
"Squirrel, don't," she said, emerging from the trees. "She's sick. I've seen it before. The fatigue, the warmth, the sick feeling. Wiped out an entire pack. We can't let this spread." Looking up at Falcon, Sandpiper said, "We probably shouldn't touch her. I'm not sure, though. We should ask Osprey. She'll know what to do." She turned to Squirrel and whispered "Run, go find Osprey. Be quick."
Squirrel tore off on his strong, yet short little black-and-white legs with a sense of importance.