Redhawk Caldera Heartsigh.

Towhee remained oblivious to Lark’s gaseous emission until the stench of it suddenly stuffed itself up her nostrils. Her muzzle wrinkled and she eyeballed all three of her offspring, wondering who had unleashed that unholy odor. She decided it must’ve been Peregrine; he was probably swallowing so much air while he ate like a hog at a trough.

-I don’t know whether to be disgusted or impressed, honestly, but this is why you’re not my favorite today,- she commentated to her oblivious offspring.

Finally, Peregrine seemed unable to horf down another mouthful. He took two unsteady steps backward, looking like he might be sick. Towhee’s brow wrinkled in bemusement. Was he about to vomit into her vomit? He’d probably eat it all over again, she didn’t doubt. Luckily, all that came out of him—presumably, since she only saw the signs but heard nothing of the accompanying sound—was an enormous belch.

Carefully, the Elder collected her pudgy little boy. She cleaned his face but decided it was too risky to put any kind of pressure elsewhere on his little body right now. He was liable to explode and if she could avoid that happening in her mouth, then… Towhee snorted quietly as she nosed him in among his sisters.

-Sleep, my little shitburgers,- Towhee urged, not without a fond gleam in her orange eyes.