Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

henlo, baby-momma

Things had settled into a lovely little routine. Now that Camilla's time had come and gone, all they had to do was wait it out and see if it had worked. With as much fucking as they'd done, Phox would be downright baffled if it hadn't worked (especially not knowing her history of child-bearing). He was headed back with a fresh kill of rabbit when he saw Camilla up ahead, sprawled out on her back. He smiled, rabbit still in his mouth, but that quickly transformed into more of a grimace when she rolled over and emptied her stomach.

The Delta's lip curled back in mild disgust, but it was thankfully hidden by the limp body in his jaws. He dropped it a few feet away from her, not wishing for it to be covered in vomit. A low whine escaped his throat as he found his way to her side, sniffing and prodding her gently to make sure it was nothing life-threatening. He wondered if he should call for Raven, but he wanted to assess things first.