Swiftcurrent Creek sporks

Bazi began winding up for another raspberry and Relonikiv's eyes widened accordingly, full of happy expectation. When a burp rattled from his aunt's mouth, he laughed in delight. When she began to vomit, he felt something thick and wet splashing him but really didn't differentiate. He was enjoying every minute of being coated in various sticky liquids by his beloved caretaker.

Then the hot, fresh smell hit him and, if possible, the boy's tail began to wag faster. He pushed off from Bazi's snout and looked down at his drenched belly and legs, then the puddle just beneath him on the den floor. With a squawk, Relonikiv bent down his head and began eagerly inhaling the soupy puke, which not only tasted even better than the first round but also went down the hatch more easily.