Heron Lake Plateau douse the lights

Camilla did as she was told, and with some guidance from Rory she followed along. She kept pretty close to the other wolf's hip, the way a dog might follow their master on a lead. Her gait was hampered a little bit by her lowered tail but other than that, she made sure to keep up. However, each time Rory mentioned a landmark or showed her any attention she merely nodded her already downcast head; she didn't look up, seemingly fixated with the ground, but her ears were up and pivoting to every sound around her and every bit of speech that her guide gave her. She was taking it in as best she could — but she couldn't stop the behaviors that had been trained in to her. Upon hearing Rory's voice take on the characteristics of laughter, she did glance up for a split-second, and her gaze glimpsed the lake, followed with a nod. Roost... Lake... Plateau... She'd do her best to remember these things, but it wasn't something that the men usually shared with her - her purpose was to feed and entertain, not to be a cartographer.