Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

Phox frowned, concerned. He wouldn't reject her wishes, though. She seemed to feel better, but he would definitely tell Raven about this next time he went for a visit. Sooner or later, Camilla would realize what was happening (or she'd be told by somebody or another). He moved to lick her eyes gently as a sign of affection. Phox still wasn't sure what exactly their relationship was, but it was something.

The rabbit was nearby, and he glanced at it. He wondered if he should bury it in a cache since Camilla probably didn't want to eat it right now.