Heron Lake Plateau always time for second guesses

Niamh arrived promptly, and Phox greeted her with a wag of his tail and a dip of his crown. He still had yet to really interact with Quixote, but he imagined he would have to at some point. He was glad it was Niamh who had answered his call. He had a feeling Quixote would not be as receptive to the situation as he suspected Niamh would be. There was no guarantee she would be down with his plan either, but he had to try. It was the least he could do. Even if the Redhawks refused to take her in, perhaps he could escort her... where? Maybe Drageda, where Wildfire lived? He wasn’t even sure how to get there, but maybe he could ask around and find a guide.

He felt Camilla press against him, and he cleared his throat. This is Camilla. I found her in Golden Glade hiding from some unsavory pursuers. He glanced to the wolf at his side, wondering if she had anything to add. I brought her back here. I told her I could bring her to safety. I don’t know if we can take her in, but I had to try. Phox couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more at play here, that something wasn’t quite right with Camilla, but whatever it was, he also did not think it was harmful. She seemed scared, confused, and somehow broken, but he had to believe that she could come out of it with time.