Sparrow stumbled her way down the mountainside, Her bloody paw prints melting the snow with each step. Going down was much easier than going up. She was making pretty good progress, staggering down the mountain until she reached the field she had stopped and rested in on the way up. This time she did not stop at the puddle. She kept right on going until she had reached the forest at the edge of their territory. Here, her strength failed her. She had pushed herself too hard, and she fell.
(maybe Falcon could come after her and find her possibly???)