Redhawk Caldera Be true to your bar

I'm good wrapping up here, but y'all are welcome to keep going, too!

Gobbling back up his own vomit was an odd experience, but as Stevie pointed out, they were disgusting animals with no manners. That's how I read it, anyway! Orca announced that he was all better, and although the taste in his mouth wasn't particularly pleasant, Fidget did feel a whole lot better. Maybe whatever had upset his stomach just needed to come up for air.

His tail wagged, and he smiled at Finley, a chunk of vomit still clinging to his muzzle. "Feel be'er," he replied, swiping his tongue around the rim of his mouth to sweep up any leftovers. "Go ge' wa'er?" he suggested. He did still want to do that, after all.