Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

Her head sank back to the floor partway through upchucking, causing Wildfire to aspirate some of the vomit. She began to choke and gag, the force of which finally roused her—or perhaps it was a result of the toxins being so forcefully expelled from her body. Although disoriented and supremely groggy, she managed to open her eyes halfway and sit up just enough to cough up the mouthful of puke lodged in her windpipe.

She coughed again, her throat burning from the acid. She then froze at the sound of a voice. "—a whole lot," she heard it rasp. Wildfire lifted her dull, watering eyes and squinted at the she-wolf hovering over her, looking utterly disgusted as she surveyed the filth on her pelt. It took her a few beats to rouse enough to make sense of what she was seeing and to ascertain the situation in full.

Everything was still rather cobwebby in her head, yet Wildfire managed a low, croaky, "You..."