Silvertip Mountain Blessing in disguise

Mason spotted his packmate before she did him; she was heading in his general direction but she looked out of sorts and a bit dazed. Indeed, as his dripping form angled towards her, she appeared to collapse, crumpling towards the floor. Mason let out a shout of alarm and immediately pushed himself to bound the last few paces to her side. She was breathing rapidly, but she appeared to be trying to calm herself. He worried she might be hyperventilating, or sick.
 
Mason gently nudged her with his wet muzzle on her shoulder, ears cupped in the direction of her voice, concerned eyes looking over her face. “Mara… are you okay?” His voice was gentle but firm as he tried to get through to her, as he wasn’t sure she had even noticed him standing there.