Heron Lake Plateau the burning bed

She shouldn't have said anything. She should've kept her stupid mouth shut, with her stupid ideas, and things would've been fine. But Camilla couldn't help it; being tricked off of her sleeping spot was one thing, the fact she couldn't tell if this wolf was someone she should fear or not was another, and now they were looking at her like some kind of freak — she didn't know what to do but feel sorry for herself and her body curved in to an apologetic slump of worrisome posturing. Camilla leaned towards Towhee and finally looked them over with a fleeting glance, reaching for them and trying to show with a bunt of her nose against the intimidating wolf's chin that she was sorry, so sorry.

Thankfully Phox could talk them down; his voice was level as he spoke, and then he moved to intercept Camilla - who pulled back from the both of them for just a second, gathering her bearings. She just needs time, he said, and Camilla's ears perked up and swiveled to catch his voice. When he gave her a lick on the cheek she felt her face flush.

A part of her thought, maybe, the two of them would strike her for her comments. Maybe try to correct the mistake with new lessons - but neither wolf struck at her, and the tenderness of that momentary connection with Phox further confused the girl. She was so happy to have his attention - to have him or her side! - but it still didn't make sense. He wasn't her husband, but he treated her like one of the good ones. Camilla basked in his presence and leaned in to his warmth, but kept her wits about her because she wasn't sure about Towhee.