Larksong Grotto tonight i'll be the libertine

She didn't want to worry him -- but more specifically, she didn't want to worry herself. Maybe it was all in her head? Did the pee-cycle of a wolf increase based on their rank? It made sense to her. Perhaps her bladder was being an overachiever just because she'd been out and about lately, pissing on every inch of the borders. Once Reek took notice of her though, the frown melted away. She tried to put aside the uneasy feeling in her gut, and crept closer to him.

Yeah, everything is -- oh, but the air in the grotto was a little off, like it had caught an errant wind from the west, and caught the sea. As she spoke, Tavi thought she could smell that. A salty tang, or a rotten fish-like odor; it was there, then it was gone. But it was enough to make her feel nauseated again. She sucks in her cheeks and clamps her mouth shut, trying to appear unaffected, and yet her body curves as if something unholy is about to bubble up from the pit of her stomach. A second later she is wheezing, and as soon as her mouth opens, a thin line of bile splatters the grotto floor.