Heron Lake Plateau the burning bed

Camilla did not like being separated from Phox for long periods of time, or really at all, but she'd have to get used to being on her own for longer and longer moments. The first few were agonizing—which is probably why she'd kept herself sequestered under the tree back when Bat had found her—however, since then she'd been shown around a few times and knew she had to keep away from the borders if she was going to stay safe. The thought of someone finding her, stealing her away again, was beyond mortifying.

Still, Camilla was unsure about her place here. She felt much better when Phox was nearby and able to give her orders, although he hadn't decreed anything yet—leaving her to wander aimlessly. The occasional moment of impasse where she'd cross another wolf made her pause, duck, avert her eyes or scamper for cover (which, on a plateau, meant she was awkwardly avoiding everyone and without any place to really hide). It wasn't until she'd found a small island jutting out in the lake that Camilla felt more secure; it didn't seem like many wolves frequented it (although there was a curious scent all over it that she couldn't identify as male or female in particular), and it was here that she chose to hide out.

As she settled, coiling up in the same manner as when Phox had found her in the woods, she felt marginally better about the way the events of previous days unfolded. She curled up tightly and burrowed her nose in to her tail and waited, hoping that when Pho re-appeared from wherever he was, he'd provide her with a direction and a task. Without men to guide her, what was she to do?