Swiftcurrent Creek I was Born for This

"Retched meat.." Bazi repeated, wrinkling her nose. But Valtýr's whinging grated so viciously against her female ears that she stood up, licked the pup's begging face a few times, and toddled off with her nose to the ground to find the nearest cache.

As luck would have it, they were pretty much on top of a buried deer carcass. It only took a few swipes of Bazi's dainty paws to unearth a partially decimated haunch. The meat was soft and dark with age - the perfect texture for someone with tiny teeth, even if the taste might be a little too strong. Bazi gnawed a strip of meat loose and returned to Galileo and the hungry little Sveijarn, chewing furiously on the morsel.

"'ike ish?" she asked between chews, looking to the older wolf for confirmation. He had said regurgitated.. but how did you do that without looking like you were genuinely being sick? She wasn't about to puke in front of one of her pack-mates..