Redhawk Caldera of fine little friends you have made

The world swam around Peter and therefore after the third failed attempt to get to his feet, he remained sitting, his gaze darting frantically from his surroundings, to the sky and back to the ground. It was hard to draw distinction between these three dimensions, because they kept whirling and blurring together. 

"Argh..." he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and sneezing again, because his nose was still bleeding. He then lifted his gaze to see his brother running back and forth on the bank. The motion seemed so nauseating to watch, that the poor boy sank to his belly and hid aching head underneath his paws. "Arghhh..." he sighed again.