Whitebark Stream Hate is a fine antidote for fear.

bhediya looked up and noted the stranger's stature. she didn't like to be challenged, even in ways as subtle as this. giving him a one-eyed glare, she contracted the muscles in her abdomen and mustered up as much vomit as she could before—

sorry, she told him, balancing herself from the display. it wasn't the prettiest or classiest way to assert one's dominance, but she figured it would work. pregnancy is hard, she said, then getting up and turning to walk back to her den.