Heron Lake Plateau always time for second guesses

They did not have to travel far before they reached the plateau's westernmost ridge, but even after passing across the territory border she could not make herself stop; @Phox was still in the lead and she fell in to pace behind him, as she had been trained, only slowing when he did and only stopping when he told her to, however she couldn't sit still. Adrenaline had reignited her worries and the many foreign scents of the packland had her pacing. Camilla's wide-eyed stare had eased up though, and that was a plus. She no longer looked the part of a spooked deer. She paced and pivoted, eventually seeking out one of the few trees in the vicinity - wanting nothing more than to coil up again and sleep, to hide, and wait for morning.

But she couldn't do that. In her mind, Phox was her rescuer as well as a potential suitor - so to speak - and she felt justified when she called out with a low croon to him, her eyes deviating to the dirt at her feet as she drifted towards him, her strides even despite the shaking of her limbs. As she came up alongside him she began to preen at his neck fur, soft and afraid, and uttered, Th-thank, thank Phox, with a small bunt of her forehead at his cheek and chin. She was cowering beside him for a moment, as if to muster up her nerves, and stepped forwards -- so that she was facing away from him and her tail was near his chest. She bat it around a little and then moved it, whispering, Phox saved me, so.. So I make Phox happy.

What, exactly, was she offering? What all the men in her life have wanted, and taken, from her -- everything.