Blackfeather Woods addict with a pen

The burning could've been equated to heartburn or the sensation that one might experience after consuming a bottle of hot sauce. It wasn't something that any wolf would naturally come in to contact with. He should've known better - the look on Maegi's face told him that much - but he couldn't keep his eye on her when it began to water. He gagged and coughed as the sensation crept down his throat and began to irritate his stomach. It would only get worse unless he could expell the flowers he had swallowed.
She gave him an order - he heard it but was distracted.
Then, he was alone for a bit. His coughing sounding almost like brief snarls. He huffed through his nose until the burning caught in his windpipe and started working up, to his face and snout, and began to nibble on a patch of grass until there was a bald spot beneath him. The grass didn't help, but it didn't hurt either.
Then Maegi was back, and demanding he eat what she offered. He didn't need to be told twice — and soon the yarrow was being gobbled up, but there wasn't immediate relief, and he was unable to prevent the scowl that graced his features.