Heron Lake Plateau Purpose.

When Phox's attention was divided, the plump woman shifted her weight. She stood up abruptly and didn't seem to notice the tiny bodies flailing beside her, or the little boy that was still desperately clining to her teats for a few moments. She took a lethargic step, swayed a bit in place like she was inebriated or something, and then another step, and another, until Figment lost their grip and plopped down in to the compressed greenery where she had previously been laying. Maybe she had heard Phox and was moving towards a den, but it was more like she was in a daze, roaming like a zombie, not thinking about the little children she needed to keep warm. She just didn't feel anything.