Totoka River reefed

Spit dribbled past her lips as her body heaved in another retch, and only after a brief period of staring at the sand and breathing deep through her mouth did Celephais manage to recover. If not for her strong desire to be away from the south and never wind up back there, she would depart from the shoreline at once. She couldn't handle the strong air, the rocking waves, the persistent racket of gulls, or the sand under her paws. But this salt lake was the largest she had ever laid eyes on, and Celephais believed that following its edge would ensure she didn't double back toward the south by accident.

She lifted her bleary eyes to observe the other wolf only to shiver as her gaze met the milky orange of Spiritwalker's. Celephais had been noticed. Well, how could she not? That gag was louder than a car wreck. She watched the creme-and-ginger female near the river for a moment, noting the careless streaks of blood that indicated recent feeding, but she couldn't make out the shape of the carcass at her distance. Celephais licked her lips several times, willing herself to not give in to the continued urge to gag against the air's scent, and thickly she asked, "how can you stand it?"

She could barely breathe it in without feeling ill. How could this woman stand to eat in it?