Heron Lake Plateau douse the lights

It was typical that she be accompanied by a man wherever she went, ready to do their bidding, but she had nothing like that here, not yet. Whatever stability such a strange arrangement would provide, she lacked. So she was left to feel empty and alone; Phox was off doing something else and without him to guide her, to want her or to order her about, Camilla was stuck. She needed more rest so it wasn't all bad, but... It was different. After spending weeks serving the needs of The Company, she was at a loss without the consistency of that lifestyle.

But when someone passed by the tree she lurked beneath, she jumped. It was more from the sound of their dull voice than anything, having drifted in to a mindless stupor. Camilla stood up straighter and peered sharply at the figure, determining by the odd angles of their face and the proportions of their body that they were quite young - but she couldn't tell their sex at first glance, and was afraid to look again. There was nothing altogether flattering about the stranger's features; as Camilla looked back at the dirt she tried to gather other clues to fill in the blanks.

You new? I'm Rory, spoke the wolf. They came closer and Camilla tensed, but her eyes fluttered up to meet the stranger's gaze. It might've been more appropriate to answer the question or at least introduce herself, but Phox wasn't here to give his permission for that — and she wasn't sure if this stranger could be trusted. So she did the next best thing and nodded her chin hastily.