Blacktail Deer Plateau voodoo woman

A soft voice startled Junior, her eyes flying wide open and her breath momentarily hitching in her throat. Her stomach pinched, then thankfully calmed in the next moment. The juvenile regarded Amelie, managing to smile weakly despite not feeling well. She had never been particularly close to the yearling, yet she was fond of her all the same. They'd made some good childhood memories.

"I'm just feeling barfy. Do you know if Aunt Willow's around? Maybe she can give me something. My stomach doesn't actually hurt much anymore but I'm afraid the nausea will come back. And my mouth tastes like shit."