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(So. All of these dogs just crossed the river that divides the four territories in the middle of the night, half of them with mortal injuries, and now a random squall comes out of nowhere. 10/10, right?Swift's eyes widened. She whipped around to look at Autumn, all tiredness forgotten. "We have to do something! It's bad enough that we've lost Windsong, we don't want the rest of the pack drowning!" She looked back at Hawk. "Lead me to the river!"(because I have no idea where it is). Swift was worried for her packmates. We can't let them die.
(I literally have no clue what's going on, so forgive me if I get something wrong)

Hawk looked dryly at Swift. "Yeah, right. I can totally do that. Especially with a knotted tendon." With a growl at everyone around him's seeming ignorance, Hawk lurched backward and began tripping away toward camp. Might as well make myself useful and dress a few wounds while our sagacious medicine dog is out suicidal diving.
Autumn sneered after Hawk with utter disapproval. "Trust him to be a heap of catdung at a time like this," she snarled contemptously, just loud enough for his retreating ears to pick up. She exchanged a glance with Swift and bounded forward with a purposeful leap. "You ready?"