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

Phox's life had turned into a hunting frenzy for Camilla, who seemed to be insatiable with hunger. She had ballooned up to an enormous size, and Phox could only stare in awe at what had become of her. It was baffling to think that soon, there would be living, breathing children escaping from that rotund body of hers. No longer was she frail and weak, although she did have her moments. He hoped that, on some level, this whole pregnancy thing was doing good things for her, both mentally and maybe even physically. He had never seen her eat so much before!

He had been coming back from yet another small-game hunting expedition, mouth full of a moderately-sized rabbit, when he heard her bark. The smell of the rabbit overpowered any smell of her own blood, but when he caught sight of her, he knew something was wrong. The father-to-be promptly dropped the rabbit and called out for @Raven, the resident medic. He thought to call for Towhee, but he knew doing so would be in vain. Hopefully she was nearby and would happen upon them. As far as he was concerned, these kids had three parents.