Redhawk Caldera uncast shadow of a southern myth

Finley probably should have noticed the looks she got from the other pack members as she sidled in, but she was oblivious as she sank against her mate. She did her best to pay attention to their words though, but since there wasn't a chance that she'd be volunteering to puppysit in her current state, it didn't do her too much good. She looked over at her son after the request was posed, expectant that he would be one of the first to volunteer. He already pretty much had the job, or so she assumed. The thought made her smile, but then another wave of nausea came and away the expression went.

She felt dizzy as she stood suddenly and turned away from Elwood. Her back arched as she spread her jaws wide and heaved upon the ground for all to see. There was nothing to empty from her system, so fortunately there was no big pile of gross to look at after her minute or so of bodily torment. But still, it was not a flattering moment, and she was completely happy to have been excused just before it had happened.

"On... on that note..." Fin said breathlessly, giving a glance around at the pack before turning away. Her gaze caught Elwood's last, but there was nothing expectant in the look. He'd been summoned and there was nothing he could do for her anyway. Without another word, she left to seek her solitude. And maybe some water, mostly out of the desire to give her poor tummy something to toss so that it wouldn't get so desperate that it began expelling her own organs.