Heron Lake Plateau [m] your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

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Forward-dated to April 1st

Everything was going according to her biological clock; Camilla wasn't happy to be so overweight nor so hungry, so thirsty, so needy, but for the weeks leading up to this moment, she couldn't help it. That is, until her insatiable hunger completely stopped. Her belly might've reached its containment limit or something, which she was glad for - at first. 

She woke up that morning with the same queasy sensation as when her pregnancy began. It made her roll her eyes, and her rotund body, as she sought out a place to be sick in private. But as she sequestered herself in preparation for the sweeping illness to set in, she found herself dry-heaving but not producing anything. Soon her abdomen was aching fiercely; think about how painful it would be if you let yourself gain a dozen pounds and then tried to do a bunch of core exercises --- it was awful.

But the spasms eventually ceased. She could handle being a little sore, honestly. Camilla had been through the ringer prior to her life upon the plateau - prior to Phox - and this was nothing. But when she turned to head back to the den she shared with her husband, she stumbled. The pain in her abdomen was stronger than she realized; it seemed to emanate from somewhere lower, and as she struggled to get back to her swollen feet, she noticed the scent of blood in the air. A quick look around led her attention to her hind legs, and streaks of bright red trailing through her silver fur.

Startled, she tried to bend and clean it away. When Camilla realized she couldn't quite reach it, she grew more panicked, and huffed - barking sharply for @Phox, who couldn't have been far.