Bluebolt nodded. The waterhole made sense. Did they eat or drink something bad? She turned to BrightFire. "Yeah, I'll go. And, um, at walking speed." What could be causing it? More chemicals?
Ivy racked her brain. The waterhole. Do the lab humans have anything to do with this? Last time it was an oil spill. But it couldn't be that THIS time, for they had no strong scent like the other wolves that died did. And the foam. They ate or drank something. They weren't attacked. And it was a slow-working chemical. "They walked into the camp they seemed... off." Ivy remembered Greenleaf saying. In fact, depending on how slow-working the chemical actually was, it didn't have to be at the waterhole. They could've ate or drank something a couple days ago. Meaning, if they didn't find any clues, Ivy would tell BrightFire. No, no, no. She'd tell Bluebolt. Bluebolt would tell their leader. Ivy walked over to Bluebolt, signaling that she also wanted to go.