Blacktail Deer Plateau mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?

Although Forrest had already known that the boy was delusional, she didn't know quite to what degree. It was his declaration of his mother's presence, wherever she might be, that revealed the truth. They would need to cool him down, but because it was winter, her normal method wouldn't have worked; if they dragged him to the river, he would have died from hypothermia before having time to reap any of the benefits, not to mention the risk that Dawn and Forrest would be putting themselves at. 

Her tail beat steadily behind her as she thought of what to do, Go...go to the stream, find about a mouthful of moss, dip it into the water and set it down to freeze. Giving him something to cool him down would help, but that would take a while to finish, In the meantime, anything that you see with ice on it, whether it be a pebble or a half-frozen carcass, I don't care, bring it back. We'll have to bring down his temperature as quickly as possible, alright? Forrest gave Dawn a concerned look, silently conveying her thoughts: Can you do this?

Look at me, baby, look at mama.