Redhawk Caldera Be true to your bar

Finley suggested water, even offering to go with him to the stream. He swallowed, his throat feeling dry and scratchy. A slow nod was given after Orca expressed interest as well. Phox picked one foot up, placed it down, and did his best to walk. His stomach cramped with every step, and about ten feet away, his insides had had enough.

Next thing he knew, Fidget's body was convulsing and making disgusting "hurk-hurk-huuurk" sounds. He lurched, then a pile of grass, half-digested meat, and bile came up through his throat and out his mouth, falling to the ground. It looked absolutely revolting... yet very tasty all at the same time. Without even thinking about it, Phox began to eat it right back up.