Broken Antler Fen got a bottle of whatever.

Fortunately, it seemed his companion was fine, explaining that she believed she had spun too fast. It was easy enough to do, rabbits were swift creatures and they did not run a straight line. It was conceivable that one could become dizzy with the combination of sudden exertion and weaving around. Luke had never experienced nausea from chasing rabbits or any other prey, but he had vomited his dinner after running vigorously too soon after consuming a large meal. No wonder the body's inclination was more towards napping than running when the belly was full.

"Oh don't worry about that," Luke smiled. "The next rain will wash that right away. Besides," he paused, glancing around, "there's lots of other clover and the like around here to eat, they won't miss this one spot." A thought crossed his mind, and he shook his head with a warm chuckle. "Actually, an indiscriminate predator might even eat that," he gestured with a paw to the vomit. Luke had no interest in eating such thing, but he knew others who were decidedly less reserved about what constituted dinner.