Silvertip Mountain I've been poisoned, for sure.

Peak was keeping himself low recently. He caught a squirrel earlier, which was still dangling from his mouth, a bit of blood still on his muzzle, when a call rang out. The howl sounded urged and dangerous. Peak instinctively dropped the squirrel. He raced as fast as he could, giving a loud bark signaling he was on his way. Soon, he reached the scene. "What's wrong? May I examin you Zaria?" He asked, slightly harsh. He leaned in closer, when he was in medical mode, he wasn't a shy, sweet boy he usually is. He squinted. "Have you vomited?" He said, if this was poison, he would use yarrow.