Redhawk Caldera ridikolus.

Fin quirked a brow at Gannet's blunt response, but she said nothing to deny his claim. It was pretty dumb. Her train of thought seemed to follow her nephew's precisely, for she had come to the same conclusion he voiced only seconds before. "They're very small at first, so I suppose they just don't want any food until they get bigger. For all I know, they don't even have mouths when they first show up." She shrugged lightly, not finding her own hypothesis likely even though she was actually spot on.

It was right about then that Finley's body turned on her. Fin spread her toes and dug her claws into the ground as her stomach flipped. Bile rose quickly in her throat, and she'd just barely gotten up onto all fours before vomit began to spill from her mouth and splatter all over the remainder of the salmon. She spent a few minutes heaving while Gannet (presumably) backed away and stared at her in disgust. When eventually she stopped, she didn't say a word to him as she began to move forward on shaking legs towards the lake, wanting to wash the foul taste from her mouth and then just pass out for the rest of the day. Which is just what she eventually did.