Swiftcurrent Creek Cars lining the streets, choking the place where kids could make believe

everything was happening so quickly. after the vomitus of her mother rushed down her back, the fermented milk from her earp pooled at her ankles and assimilated Wylla’s more full-bodied chunder like rancid soup. the turmoil was so overstimulating to Tiercel, the nervousness roiled vigorously in her already upset stomach and she spewed again, any stomach acid remaining now covered every square inch and both her and her mother's lunch now liberally drenched her.

good thing Tiercel’s nose was a nonfunctioning feature, because between the two of them, their den now reeked of partially digested flesh and hot, coagulated milk. the stench alone was enough to make the raccoons living in the trees next door blow chunks.