Bramblepoint I think you pissed off my sandwich.

When she finally showed him any attention, it was to school the older wolf on what had caused the hiccups, without giving a name to them herself. He supposed he should have realized that this only happened when he ate or drank, but it was good to keep in the back of his head from now on, that he needed to pace himself if he didn't want it to happen again. His ears twitched, watching her movements closely as she then mentioned her pack. He knew what that was, and he was interested— but didn't think fast enough to get a word in edgewise about it. Not that she would have heard him anyway with her back swiveling into view now instead of her face. He watched her go while he sat there and hiccuped, looking a little dumbfounded. Feeling that way too.

When he finally did go, his hiccups had stopped and his stomach had stopped feeling... weird. He loped off to find a place to nap, heeding the girl's warning that others might be heading this way soon, so he made sure to make his rest-stop a good ways off from the kill.