Heron Lake Plateau And you know dogs, they need ample time outside

Towhee stared at Niamh. "Wow, that was terrible," she let her know because true friends don't stab you in the back, they stab you in the front. "But speaking of him, he's probably wondering where I am. I was meaning to head out for a patrol before it gets too hot." She still hadn't talked about her heatstroke and, now that Niamh had confided in her, the Beta reconsidered.

"Come with," she said, waving a paw and beginning to trot toward the slope that led to the plateau's foot. "I actually had a bit of a health scare while you two were gone. Rave called it heat poisoning. I didn't even know that was a thing. Anyway, I'm fine," Towhee continued rather breezily, "but I wanted to tell you, since you told me—since you're my person, now."