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

Oh shit, it backfired. Poe's eyes widened in surprise as Camilla scrambled away from her newborn. A whole new level of worry threatened to claim her, but she quieted it. Not now. One crisis at a time.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, honey, it's okay," Poe said as she stepped gingerly after her. She gave an anxious glance back to Phox, who seemed just as bewildered by her actions as Poe was, before turning her attention back to Camilla. "You're doing fine, just focus again. Look at me, listen. Focus again. Breathe."

Her words seemed to help. At least, they managed to get Camilla through the birth of her fourth pup. Poe kept on murmuring encouragement for a few seconds until she realized with a startled jolt that it was over. The woman was resting. Or... She shook her head.

"You did good, just lie still and rest now. It'll be okay...," Poe trailed off as it occurred to her she didn't even know this woman's name. She bit her lip nervously, worried that Camilla might bolt on them again. But if that happened, there wasn't much she could do. She had no milk to give them. No one in the pack did. What would they do?

But there was a more immediate danger here too. Camilla had lost so much blood. She needed herbs, and she knew which ones. But she didn't want to go and leave Phox on his own in case his mate did try to bail on her kids again. Or worse. So, she stood frozen, watching, anxious. Just a few seconds longer.