Heron Lake Plateau I don't love you; but I always will.

Her eyes wouldn't open for another day, but when the warmth disappeared, Fennec woke up.  It wasn't unusual for that to happen... what was unusual was that it stayed gone.

She let out a small, plaintive whine when she searched a bit and found nothing, a whine that escalated into a few anxious yips as time went on.  She couldn't find it, that constant comfort.

Slowly she plowed a path off in a direction, wrong from the one that Camilla has lurched off in, towards the back of the den.  Here she scrabbled at the wall for a moment before settling down with her side pressed to the stone.  It wasn't right but it was something.