Lost Creek Hollow On the backseat were scratches from

Ash Star shifted and stood. She was overly tired today. And her stomach felt tight and sore. As she got to tawny and charcoal paws. She froze as saliva pooled heavily in her mouth and her stomach rolled like ship at sea.

oh gods.

She moaned and only made it to the forest with a second to spare before she lost the bile from her stomach. No food yet. She sat there dry heaving. Her small sides rolling with each gasp for air and heave that followed.

Until she was upon her knees spent. Panting to catch her breath. She knew what this meant. She needed to get some ginger. Quickly, but she was unable to move at present. So instead she stared at the sky and let her tummy settle.