Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

Heron Lake Plateau had somehow become a home to the once-battered woman; she had a husband now, an extended family that gave her comfort when she needed it, and winter was on its way out. Things were looking good. They had changed drastically for Camilla since she'd been found that fateful day by Phox - and she was beyond grateful. All of that was tossed aside when she saw her husband though; they'd been going at it at every opportunity - they shared a voracious, insatiable physical appetite. Yes, things were very good.

Usually she would wake at dawn and offer herself to Phox; sometimes he wasn't in the mood but it was rare, and she didn't take it personally. This time when Camilla woke, it was much later in the day. She got up, popped her joints with a stretch, and rolled over with roaming eyes on the hunt for her husband - but he was gone. Off on a patrol maybe, or on some mission. His absence made her sad for a moment, but then Camilla noticed the warmth of the sun across her back and rolled again - belly up - and idly watched the suspended dust in the shafts of light. 

Gradually the woman became aware of an odd feeling. Like something was off, discoloring the otherwise placid, beautiful moment. She rolled to her belly and as soon as she was sprawled upon the earth, she felt it again - a churn in her belly, a burn in the back of her throat. She hurried to stand and move away from her sleeping space just as her throat constricted, and Camilla loosed a puddle of vomit across the frosted grass.