Heron Lake Plateau Purpose.

Dating this for April 5th; tags for reference.

Camilla hadn't roused from her stupor immediately. The trauma of the birthing had shut her down, although her lungs still shifted to accomodate air and her heart still beat, her existence had shifted from something animate to in absentia; her body was here and the chldren fed from it, but the rest of her seemed to be locked away.

@Towhee kept watch, and @Phox was often present. They spoke about her with caution and had she been more present, she might've heard the exhaustive fear in her husband's voice. The babes mewled and slept. Everything went on around her without any involvement. But on the fifth day, perhaps roused by her body's need for sustenance of its own, she woke. Her eyes had been half-lidded and glassy up until this point, and when she blinked awake she noticed that they felt sore. They were red-rimmed and blank.

The kicking of @Fig by her abdomen was noticed next. She barely moved her head to observe the child, and saw him nestled next to @Fennec. The girl-child was so small and fragile that Camilla almost didn't see her, and in her shifting would've crushed her beneath her rotund belly. She felt them nipping at her and suckling, and knew that her place was here — to give herself over to them until there was nothing left.