Redhawk Caldera ridikolus.

Fin's tongue ran along her lips as she laid upon the ground. It curved across the rounding of the tip of her muzzle and curled down the side of her jaw till it hit the corner of her mouth, which split then into a wide yawn. Her stomach made a sound halfway between a gurgle and a snarl, causing another wave of nausea to sweep along her petite frame like a sickening shiver. She groaned and rolled onto her stomach, lifting a paw to drop it over her face as though she'd somehow manage to block out everything she was feeling by covering her eyes.

In her distress, the alpha nearly missed the approach of her young Delta. Her ears twitched as her senses caught up to her and she shifted her arm to allow room for herself to peek at him as he happily trotted up to her. "Hey kid," she greeted, gently wagging her tail in an attempt to be personable in spite of wishing very much to retain her solitude. But that desire was quickly dispensed as her gaze shifted and she saw the fleshy, pink fish land beside her.

All signs suggested that Fin would puke all over it the second the scent touched her nostrils. The Blackthorn was pleasantly surprised and extremely intrigued, however, to find that she did not. The scent was actually... good. A bright shock of energy flickered in her and pushed her up onto her elbows. She scooted around on the ground to face the expected meal, reaching with her nose to sniffle at the shining scales. Fuck it smelled good. What was up with that?

"Please say this is for me," Fin requested, completely forgetting that she was alpha and could just call dibs, "It smells good and nothing smells good ever these days."