Northstar Vale careful what you wish for

A rumbling groan emitted from her—strangled at best—as she suddenly stilled, eyes squeezed shut in the darkness of the den. If she played dead, maybe her body would believe it and just not hurl the entire contents within her… again.

Barely rasping out a breath, so dedicated to this idea, she tried so hard to not move… to not stir the roiling of her stomach.

One minute. Two minutes. She barely allowed her lids to flutter open, squinting into the darkness—and then the revolt of her insides, and she knew she had lost the battle.

She swung quickly then, ignoring the jab in her side from her old wound and bolted from the den, emerging to the light of a warm day and greeting the rise of the sun by heaving her guts out.

Only when it subsided, did she allow a miserable sniffle to escape her. Standing, bereft at the loss of normalcy, she turned—

—and felt the surprising tickle of a spiderweb fully blanketing across her face as she ran into it—and as if a dam breaking, the she-wolf shrieked her disgust—followed by a wave of tears at the misery of it all.