Heron Lake Plateau hazy shade of winter

She greeted him, and she looked a bit... off, but after smelling the upchucked food on the ground, Phox was pretty sure it wasn't anything deathly serious. Not that he could smell every disease in the world, but he liked to think his nose was fine-tuned enough to sniff out the worst offenders. There was something odd about her scent, but he couldn't place it, and it certainly didn't seem wrong.

Did you eat something that didn't agree with you? he asked, doing his best to diagnose the situation with what little medical knowledge he had. He had certainly been in the "bad eats" situation a few times before, and he knew how unpleasant it could be.