Firefly Glen Should I call right away?

Ryn didn't know where she was.
Or Howl, or Mama, Connor or Shiloh.
She'd wandered out of the territory, no watchful eye or careful paw to stop her venture. Shiloh had followed or something...she didn't remember.
Then the snow came.
Ryn was starving, living on other things that had starved to death or succumbed to the cold.

Her pads were covered in scabs from the ice biting into them, blood sometimes lined her paw prints.
She couldn't smell anything, her nose was dry and so cold.
She'd wandered for days, called and crying for help, but her pitiful voice was lost in the wind.

Then, she'd heard some howls here and there. She got closer, the mountains getting bigger every day.
She wondered if it was mama looking for her.
But mama was nowhere to be seen.

Defeated, Ravaryn, unwittingly close to Firefly Glen, sunk into the snow, bleeding pads and all, and cried for help probably for the last time.
She couldn't survive alone.​