Duskfire Glacier trash to the curb

Dune's stomach was better at processing food than Foxglove's was. She had not had a decent meal in a very long time, therefore the immediate satisfaction for the amount of meat she had now was soon exchanged for nausea. The wolf began to retch and threw up - hardly chewed, ice-cold pieces of meat, as well as some grass she had eaten a day prior mixed with sticky saliva and stomach juice. The wolf looked down at the discarded food mournfully, then began to pick it up - piece by piece and eat it again.