Ankyra Sound Comfort, the enemy of progress.

The agouti Ostrega knew the worst of it was over when her stomach lurched again, and she produced nothing but a horrendous gagging sound. Nyx shook her head, momentarily squeezing her eyes shut as she loomed dizzily over the frothy puddle of fresh vomit beween her paws.

"Eugh," she moaned to herself as her tongue poked between her teeth, scraping what felt like a layer of sludge from its surface with her incisors before she spat the undesirable taste down at the ground. She blinked her eyes open as Ingram appeared between the trees and loped in her direction, concern clear in the backward cant of his ears.

She smiled a little sheepishly. "Yeah," she said, "that was nasty. Dunno where that came from." Nyx looked down at the offensive pool before her and scrunched her nose in distaste, then proceeded to shove dirt over it before the scent encouraged her to contribute to it again.