Heron Lake Plateau You want a light saber?

Fiadh wasn't really looking for Towhee when she found her—she was on her way to the lake for a drink when she spotted her dark-coated older sibling in the hazy distance. The heat rising from the plateau's surface blurred the horizon, including Towhee, into an indistinct smudge. She only knew it was her sister because of the scent that carried on the stagnant wind. She thought nothing of it and made no motion to redirect her course, thirsty as she was, until the earsplitting, keening cry of a hawk drew her attention sharply back to the black blob in the distance.

Something's wrong, she knew as she broke into a run, feet pounding the ground heavily. X wouldn't make a sound like that otherwise. She'd long since forgiven Towhee and had thought about possibly catching up with the Beta after slaking her thirst, but now her attention was wholly on her sister; her own fatigue would need to wait. She knew as soon as she was in close range that something wasn't right with Towhee. She'd never seen her sister pant like that, and there was an uncommon shakiness about her that set Fiadh's heart aflutter, and not in a good way.

"Towhee! What's wrong?" she asked, assuming at first it was something psychological. She moved in to lap at her dark face; only then did she realize how hot the Beta felt. She knew nothing at all about heat stroke, but Fiadh knew a hot face and nose wasn't good. "You're so warm," she muttered, casting about for something that might help, but all she had was her tongue. "Can you stand? We need shade or... water... something." Whipping her head around, Fiadh fixed X with a stern expression and said, "find @Raven, quick. I got her for now."