Redhawk Caldera Sweet Cheezus

Amalia woke with a rolling tummy and the foggiest brain she had ever had. She literally had to pant to keep from throwing up the empty contents of her stomach. And it was late. She looked around blearily. She was so tired.

Unsteady She got on her paws. Her vision swimming and her stomach swooping deep and low. And she was racing on splaying limbs to the edge of the forest. Heaving and then dry heaving. Nothing more to come up and splatter her paws with sick.

She only managed to heave herself to the side. Pressing loose dort over her vomit and thinking longingly of the river not far. But to dizzy to move.