Milt's brow knitted tightly together as he asked anxiously, "Have the witch doctors still not found the cause?"
Harin shook his head. "No. They are completely baffled."
"We must find the root cause of why the females and cubs are falling ill," one elder insisted. "Otherwise, more and more of them will succumb to this sickness."
"But how are we supposed to find it? Even the witch doctors can't figure it out," another elder countered.
"Are you absolutely certain there are no issues with the food and water provided to the females and cubs?" Milt questioned.
"Positive. We personally tested all the food and water to ensure they were safe before distributing them," Harin replied. "We also strictly instructed everyone not to consume any outside food, yet they continue to fall ill, one after another."
"Then how on earth are they catching this?"
