Heron Lake Plateau two black eyes from loving too hard

The healer's instincts began to prickle just before Ceara answered her. Suddenly, she was on the ground and Raven was bolting toward her, confusion and terror rising on a tidal wave of emotion inside her. She was by Ceara's side in seconds, crouched down with her paw on the Blackthorn's shoulder, shaking her. "Ceara? Ceara!" the medic first hissed, then shouted. Almost involuntarily, her emotions stilled and her mind fell into something methodical and familiar: the practiced, ordered thinking of an experienced medic. She checked her friend's breathing and heartbeat, noticing as she laid her head on Ceara's side to listen to her heart that she was very warm to the touch — almost excessively so. Fever, perhaps? But Ceara hadn't appeared sick in the numerous times she'd visited the den recently...