Heron Lake Plateau Hindenburg

She should've noticed the rabbits - they had a strong smell, and since growing pregnant Camilla had become sensitive to such things. But when he mentioned them she instantly forgot about the bones; she turned and regarded the stranger for a moment (reminding herself it wasn't really a stranger anymore, but a man named Rye) and then looked for those rabbits he mentioned. Even before her eyes landed upon the discarded bodies she felt her belly flip-flop, the smell so pungent that it set her off. She turned, and abruptly threw up all over the exposed cache. Good thing she'd emptied it already.