Heron Lake Plateau Purpose.

There was a crunching noise that came drifting to her ears, louder and louder, then a squirrel was dropped by her paws. She saw it but didn't reach for it. Just beyond the disposed creature was Phox, and he looked concerned. She knew she should feel the same way, but... Camilla was empty, her emotions having fled her.

When her husband spoke she redirected her attention - what little there was - to his face, but couldn't look at him for long. It hurt her eyes; everything was aching. Perhaps it would never go away. Do you think we can move them to the den today? He asked, and for a moment Camilla didn't know what he was talking about.

Weren't they all dead?
One of the babes kicked at her, and she remembered. But she didn't move either, leaving her chin in the grass while she looked whistfully, sorrowfully, at nothing at all.