Wheeling Gull Isle Package in transit

Her guts churned and roiled uncomfortably. Her body just wouldn't settle. Her brows pinched together as she stared down at the sand beneath her paws. Something was wrong. The last time she had felt anywhere near like this was a long time ago, when she consumed the rotting flesh of a water logged Elk carcass. That was what inevitably landed her in the capable, caring paws of the pack Elysium, which stood no more. But somehow...this ailment felt different.

A familiar voice reached out to her, accompanied with the always welcomed sight of the steele toned Astaroth coming her way. Lifting her head, Tzila clearly wanted to smile, but a wince from a fresh wave of dizziness put a stop to that. "H-hey." Gingerly, she lowered herself down to rest in the sand. Hind legs splayed out behind her, she took a moment to try and compose herself amidst the swimming sensation of her head. "I don't know. I woke up feeling...off. Now I feel like I might have ate something bad. And this dizziness...that came on suddenly too. I'm sure it's nothing." Tzila looked uncomfortable, but not in dire need of medical attention. She still hadn't placed the pieces together yet.