Heron Lake Plateau She never picked up the phone.

His voice was deep and powerful, and she was lured back to those days of contant attention from one husband or another; as tarnished as she was, Camilla could still recall the good moments just as well as the bad. They were not as common, which made them precious. Although this stranger was just that - a stranger - and his words sounded so very different from what she was used to. There was no denying that she saw him for the threat that he was. Whether this man was a part of the Company or just an envoy for them, Camilla was too afraid to act.

And as he spoke, she was forced to listen. She couldn't leave now that she had his attention. He couldn't cross the border and drag her off, much as she suspected he wanted to.

When he demanded - in an almost suave manner - that she pack up and leave with him, she took a half-step towards him before catching herself. Phox had saved her from this moment. She'd been so confused by the boy at first, but had come to appreciate his kind nature and the easy manner of his attention. It would be hard for her to give that up. Camilla realized as she stood there among the reeds, so near to being lost again, that she didn't want to.

N.. no, she mostly sighed, but as she breathed the sound she was already stepping closer to the border, more and more appearing like a frightened little doe rather than the wolf that she was. Had she ever, really, been a wolf? No wolf would ever put themselves in to harms way like this, and the closer she got the more meek she felt, the more useless, slowly becoming her old victimized self — but before she was across the border she stopped again, and called out: N-no! I — I have a husban here, I...

Oh, but, she knew Phox wasn't really her's; Towhee had made that perfectly clear, and the sentiment died as she breathed it to life.