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She spun back around to her sister, flustered and frantic, as the hawk winged away. Her mouth felt dry and her heart thudded uncomfortably. Was this how Raven felt every time she had to help one of their injured pack mates? No, surely not; the healer was proficient and would know exactly what to do. Fiadh, on the other hand, seemed unable to grasp a thought in her mind for more than a few seconds. She was panicking. What if Towhee died?

The deaf Beta had the same idea and her suggestion ground Fiadh, who nodded emphatically and mouthed, "I'll be right here with you." Overheated? That was a thing? Sure, her back sometimes felt hot under the sun's relentless glare... then it hit her that wolves with dark coats like Towhee's must absolutely suffer in the warm weather, and things started clicking into place. Towhee wasn't the kind of wolf to take it easy on any kind of day. She had to have overdone it in the heat.

Before she could do much more than offer her shoulder for her sister to lean on, Orca called out and her vivid gaze lifted to the black-and-white Redhawk. "She needs water," Fiadh explained quickly, bobbing her head in the direction of Towhee's other side. "Can you help support her? We have to get her—"

But then Raven was there and Fiadh nearly drowned under the relief she felt. "Thank god," she murmured. Raven would know exactly how to fix this. Luckily they had already deduced the solution on their own; Raven suggested exactly what they'd been trying to do and Fiadh nodded firmly. "Come on, Towhee," she mouthed for her sister, "let's go swimming."