King Elk Forest Ungrateful

He wasn't surprised by her answer. Phox had spent enough time with Camilla to know that she was like a flighty bird, ready to let her confidence flutter away in an instant. She shushed him, insisting that "he" would find them, and Phox frowned. Who? He must have been nearby if she was worried that he would hear, and whoever this nameless creature was, Phox was ready to fight him. The gashes across his face had yet to heal (thanks, lynx), but he wouldn't let that reel him in. Of course, if they could sneak away unseen, that would be ideal. He could take Camilla back to the plateau where he could protect her more easily.

She insisted that she had to, and he shook his head dismissively. You don't have to do anything, Camilla. You don't even have to come back with me, but I promised to keep you safe, and the plateau is the safest place I can think of. His voice was barely a whisper, as he didn't want to draw any extra attention to them. She didn't have to come back, but he wanted her to. He wanted her... well, in more ways than one, but that was a confusing mess he really did not want to get into right now. Especially now, actually. Maybe once things had settled down he could sort out how he felt about her, about Towhee, about Niamh, but so far it was all a big confusing mess.