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

Phox's breath hitched in his throat when it moved. He took another step forward, and his(?) her(?) paws poked out. He was so focused on it, and when he turned around to see Poe arriving, Camilla had stomped the life out of it. At least, that was what Phox saw when he turned back to her. Intentional or not, he felt as if the world had fallen out from beneath him. There wasn't time to react before another body came sliding into the world.

This time, he pulled it away from her, instinct taking over as he cleaned it, pulling away the birthing sac so that it might have a better shot at life.