Swiftcurrent Creek And curiosity

What was it that she sensed? Was it something she smelled, or was it in the way Eshe's pupils narrowed? Was there some minute tightening of her muscles that Cygnet could see? The muscle that jumped in her jaw? Numerous signs, all quite tiny, really, but real enough that the child could essentially smell Eshe's fear. She could see it, almost taste it. When Eshe spoke again, she could hear it in her voice and she felt even more adrenaline course through her. This was thrilling; this was her first taste of what it was like to hunt. 

If only it hadn't been for the herbs ingested minutes ago, she might have caused a great deal more destruction or toyed with Eshe's anxiety. Fortunately for the medicine-woman, it was at that moment that the girl's stomach began to clench and gurgle. All of the fierce, unnerving conviction dropped from her gaze when she felt her throat grow uncomfortably warm. 

Her eyes widened, and she turned away from Eshe, the little stump of her tail now clamped against her backside as she realized what was about to happen, and she managed to stumble away for a few steps before she opened her jaws as wide as she could, and began to regurgitate several rounds of stomach contents. Everything from the mint, to whatever Eshe had given her to the juniper berries and nettles, the bits of stick and plant and a little bit of meat that hadn't gotten through her in time. 

She regurgitated several times until nothing else could come up. She burped, licking her frothy lips, trembling slightly. 

That had come from nowhere, and she felt deeply ashamed and confused.