Heron Lake Plateau [m] your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

Poe was beyond exhausted by the time she returned to the Plateau. Her mind was spinning from what she had learned during her trip, but she had decided to shut it off as she snuggled down into a nice patch of grass to get herself some much deserved and eagerly awaited rest. The howls that echoed across the territory might've interested her on another day, but today, she just needed to sleep.

Except for the fact that they didn't stop. And kept growing in panic until one eventually included her in its summons. When that happened, Poe found a rush of adrenaline in the alarm that rose in her, and soon she was on her feet and running.

She recognized Phox, but not the woman he stood with who was obviously the one in peril (though you wouldn't have guessed by comparing only their faces). She rushed over, looking at Camilla and feeling her heart pound with nerves. "What's happening? Did she get injured?" Poe asked, though even as the words came out, she knew that was not what this was - a fact supported tenfold by the lifeless form she saw Phox stepping towards. Harlyn had taught her something of medicine, but the little butterfly knew with a terrible feeling of dread that she was way out of her league here.