Heron Lake Plateau Everything means something and something has occurred

Camilla hadn't been up to much in the past week or so, aside from scouting the territory as best she could or gathering gifts for Phox, filling some caches whenever someone would deign to hunt with her — that sort of stuff. To say she was out of the loop was an understatement; whatever these wolves had going-on around them didn't concern her. Or, sometimes it did, but she knew to keep her nose out of other people's business.

Regardless of that need to segregate herself from the pack, she still desired to be near Phox and enjoyed tracking him down, even though she tended to just stalk him creepily from time to time. It was better than the full-tilt obsession that some of the Redhawks thought she'd cultivated. Today, as she wound her way across the plateau in search of something extra special for her husband, she heard the rising of voices. The one that drew her out of the proverbial woodwork was, of course, Phox's, so Camilla deviated along her route and tried to intercept. She came upon the gathering rather suddenly and was surprised by it.

Despite the plateau being a big wide-open space, she rarely ever caught mutiple wolves together like this, and instantly felt like something was wrong. There was tension in the air that her too-sensitive spirit caught upon. Camilla slunk closer (at least until she saw Phox) and then wormed her way between the wolves until she was near to her husband. Her expression asked the silent question, what's going on? And she watched Phox with careful curiosity.