The Sentinels they suggest a second opinion

Just yesterday Osprey had came to the denning area with a small mouse held by it's tail in her jaws. Sarah - being the curious one and the only around at that time (for the other two siblings were spending time with their dad) - had attempted to grab the small kill only to be surprised by the fact that it was still alive. And moving. It had taken her a little longer to understand, what her mother wanted her to do. And once she had it had been a great game, where she was chasing the small thing, under her mother's watchful gaze. Eventually she had stepped in and killed it with a one precise bite, but rather than eating it right away, Sarah had spent the next hour, poking and nudging the little thing, hoping to make it run again. 

It had not and therefore she had eaten it in the end. Today, however, during a little wandering around, she had ran accross a similar being - a small mole - that had crawled out of it's den at some point and for whatever reason had died. The girl first sniffed it carefully, then poked it with her paw and, when nothing happened, she danced around it and barked. Still it did not move. With a puzzled expression she sat down and looked around. And just then there was a wolf approaching and without a second thought, the girl got to her feet and leaped towards the white lady. Maybe she could help, maybe she would know, how to make the creature move.