Redhawk Caldera ridikolus.

Fin felt the gratitude swell in her as Gannet nodded. Without further ado, she dove at the salmon, tearing into its scales into the pink flesh beneath. Fuck it was good. Good enough that she paid no attention whatsoever to how messily and greedily she went at it, not that she ever really did. She liked to look good, but not at the expense of enjoying herself as she so thoroughly was at that moment. Part of her suspected that she'd be throwing it back up in about ten minutes, but that was ten minutes worth of nutrients she might be able to take in for her puppies and ten minutes worth of tastiness she could feel on her tastebuds. Worth it.

She glanced up at Gannet as he spoke to her. She swallowed the mouthful of meat she had and offered an encouraging smile. "In a way," she said, "But, it's actually a good thing in spite of how miserable I feel about ninety percent of the time..." Fin paused to strip another line of flesh from one of the near-translucent rib bones, "I'm pregnant. And babies tend to make you throw up."