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

Phox didn't answer, just stared at his firstborn with a look that broke Poe's heart. She gasped when Camilla kicked the little thing, but unlike Phox, she wasn't moved to any further reaction. She stepped towards Camilla as Phox went towards his progeny, shifting into emergency-mode like she'd seen her mother do countless times.

"Honey, you're having your puppies," she said, even though she was still 50/50 on whether this was a birth or a miscarriage (she'd never actually seen either phenomenon), "You need to calm down and stop moving. Stay still, and breathe. I know it hurts. Just focus on my voice and breathe."

She had no idea if this would work. No idea if Camilla would listen to her or if she'd just keep panicking and trampling her children. Poe wished like hell her mother or Raven was here to do this, but they weren't. It was just her, and she had to try.