Redhawk Caldera Be true to your bar

Earlier in the day, Phox had eaten something that didn't agree with him. Presently, he was nursing a very upset stomach, and he felt like he was going to... well, he wasn't sure, but he knew something was going to happen. He looked queasy and unwell, sulking next to a tree in that place between sleep and awake. He had eaten grass out of instinct a little while ago, and while that had quelled things for a bit, now he thought it had been a terrible mistake.

Tired, but unable to really fall asleep, he groaned pitifully. Raven was nearby, watching over him, but she didn't seem too terribly concerned. Whatever he'd eaten, she seemed convinced that it would pass. Phox just wasn't aware of how it would pass.