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

With the freshly revealed delirium, Forrest found herself taken aback and at a temporary loss for words. She gnawed at the inside of her cheek, nearly drawing blood with the surprise of Dawn's entrance into the den. Fever, she whispered, I can help but I won't lie to you, it doesn't look good. Forrest took a deep breath and tried to level herself before assessing the situation. 

It could have been blackcough. If that was the case, then Forrest knew that she had come too late. It might have been something less severe, like carrion; that would have explained the stench but not the foul excretions. Then again, maybe it was death, but who knows with how much strength Forrest prayed against it. Okay, Dove, I'll be your mama, she cooed to the sick boy, Tell me where it hurts.