Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

He returned her affection and the small gesture warmed her all over; she didn't feel the chill of winter for a few moments, instead basking in his presence. Camilla was a completely different person when she was alone with Phox versus when she was roaming the territory — she knew it, she felt it. Being apart from him was absolutely awful and the fact that it couldn't be avoided, and that they couldn't spend every single moment together, bothered her more than she could ever say. If she could explain her compulsion to him then things would probably unravel pretty fast. He'd kick her to the curb, and she'd be left to the twisted mannerisms of whoever came across her.

When he prompted her with a question, Camilla nodded with some vigor; she opened her mouth to explain something, but thought better of it. It wasn't her place to speak, and he hadn't asked any questions, so she stayed silent. The manner in which Phox conveyed this word — spoken as well as signed — went right over her head. She heard him and that was that; it wasn't common for her to be looking directly at him and she certainly wouldn't meet his gaze, so she'd missed the signing completely. Following her nod, she gave him one more nuzzle of her snout (across a shoulder blade this time) and slipped away from him in the direction she had been traveling before. 

The scent was stronger, but she still wasn't certain about it — the fox was somewhere up ahead which should've been an easy thing to find, however there was a lot of snow across the plateau, and that caused some struggle for her.