Redhawk Caldera Sweet Cheezus

I made some assumptions re: Hobbit Hole, so just let me know if I need to make any edits! :)

Towhee snored through Amalia’s rapid exit, though something stirred her a few minutes later. She cracked open an eye, then the other, and raised her head. Neither her grandson nor his mate were anywhere in sight. She yawned, then smacked her lips as she rose from her little nest in the rear of the Hobbit Hole. She began to walk toward the entry, planting her hind legs to stretch out her spine momentarily before stepping outside. She gave herself a bodily shake.

She glanced to her left, then her right, and then sniffed at the wind. It was the acrid smell of vomit that finally flagged Towhee’s attention. Nose wrinkling, she trotted downhill to find Amalia sprawled near a stretch of trees. There was a puddle of vomit nearby, which was nothing alarming. If anything, it was the hallmark of good news. But Amalia looked a lot more out of it than mere morning sickness usually entailed.

Mal? Hey, you okay? the Redhawk said overly loudly, hastening to the woman’s side and nosing at her forehead.