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Camilla kept well away from the borders, as she'd been told to do, and had spent most of the day touring the territory on her own. On the rare instance where she'd encounter anyone else, she'd duck away quietly. Sometimes she'd come across the scent of Phox and it would cause a sense of calm to temporarily descend across her, like a healing aura. It had been a couple of hours since she'd seen any sign of him; but with thoughts of him in mind, she'd headed to the northern side of the plateau to find him some sort of gift.

Rather than a gift, she found a voice. It seemed to come out of nowhere — Camilla didn't know every nook and cranny of the plateau pack's claim, and it wasn't like there were many places to hide, but she stopped in her tracks when she heard the shouting voice and looked around, startled. Her tail tucked across her rear and curled to her belly, and she looked around for a moment, terrified that someone might've crossed in to the territory, that maybe someone was hunting for her - and she let out a small whine.