Heron Lake Plateau let's bring out the guillotines carefully this time.

Gonna... set this pre-birth for Camilla because post-birth she's nonresponsive at best.

Her hunger had abated somewhat in the past day or so and instead of the burning need to consume, she felt as if she was taking up too much space. Like her rotund figure was a burden rather than the vessel of new life. She'd tried to work her way through it by waddling around the pack's claim (finding that activity quelled much of her nausea) and was near the eastern edge of the plateau when she heard a distinct call; a voice calling for someone specific. She wasn't that person, but she was (uncharacteristically) curious; it helped to have a destination in mind for a change. Camilla worked her way across the plateau until her path wound through some trees with rock-hewn stoil, and by then her paws were too sore anyway, so she plopped down on her rear and looked around a bit — spotting Finley not far off with her son. She paused to pant for a minute before closing her mouth and offering a polite little smile to the pair of them — idly wondering if that's what she would be expecting once her own babies came. It looked... Nice.