Broken Antler Fen got a bottle of whatever.

Luke's tail beat back and forth enthusiastically as the gray female bounded towards him, but his grinning expression disappeared when she stopped suddenly, and within moments was throwing up. Concern furrowed his brows and pulled his lips into a taut line. Without hesitation he ran to her side and gently placed a blue-padded paw on her back, offering physical comfort as his gaze settled on her face. "You alright?" he asked softly, not having the foggiest idea why she might be vomiting, perhaps something she had eaten before or the mere exertion of chasing the fleeing rabbits. He did not know her, but his compassion extended to everyone and he was as genuinely concerned about her as he would be a dear friend.