Wild Berry Meadow tiptoe on my heart

"I don't really think anyone is the best at handling vomit," she responded with a sheepish smile, sitting down next to the other dark wolf. She certainly wasn't, if the aforementioned vomiting hadn't been enough convincing. Any stomach upset was not dealt with well for the young female. 

         She let out a snort when he teased her, nudging his shoulder with her nose. "Yeah, you probably would've," the girl acquiesced. "I still think we both ate a whole lot, though. That was a lot of fun." Even with the vomiting, she'd had a good time. It was nice. "My name's Marlow, but you can call me Marley if you wanna."