Heron Lake Plateau Pure intention juxtaposed

Referencing this howled mess.

After a few days to recover, Camilla was feeling a lot better. It felt like she hadn't left at all, actually. Like the foul man had never come for her in the first place. The reality of the situation only struck her when she saw Phox's face, and the guilt that sprang forth in her gut twisted her in to knots. She was glad he was alive, but... It was her fault that he'd been hurt in the first place. It was something she would atone for.

Like before, she kept far from the territory limits. She was just on her way alongside the central lake (to see if it was frozen, or if she could find some plants or food for later - paying rent, more or less -) when she heard an explosion of shouting so intense that she thought she'd jump right out of her skin. Rather than do that though, Camilla flattened down — as if a real bomb had gone off and she was trying to avoid the shockwave. Birds exploded from the woods, some of the herons wading in the water turned their heads or took off, it was chaos for all of five minutes — and then stillness, and Camilla's whimpering.