Redhawk Caldera People always gave me love

Utterly unaware of the guests at the borders—and most things, honestly—Towhee struggled to choke down some food. Every time she managed to chew and swallow a bite of meat, her stomach pitched a fit. She would wait, breathing heavily and swallowing the saliva pooling in her mouth, for the nausea to pass before trying for another. It was awful.

She took a break from her latest bout of queasiness to grab her meal and carry it closer to the den’s door. Maybe the fresh air would help, rather than crouching in the dark at the den’s rear. Towhee sighed as she slumped to the ground, haphazardly dropping the partially eaten gopher as she squinted wearily into the middle distance.

You can skip me until they come to her, I just wanted to get this on my log. :)