Wapun Meadow that old cliché

Well, not only did her new pack-mate smell of horrendous things, he was also a complete nutcase. Seriously, what the hell was Lethe thinking?! Maybe she just... hadn't met him, yet. Maybe he was like Fox and had just chimed in at the right moment, joining up on a whim (if this guy even had whims) and Lethe hadn't met him to kick him out, yet. Yeah, that must have been it.

Mister Crazytown took another few steps toward her, and Fox felt the heaves coming. He hadn't gotten past the second word before her body began convulsing involuntarily. One wretch, two wretches, gurgle, gurgle, up it came. The remains of her last meal (and quite a bit of water, for she'd just recently come from a drink) spewed all at once onto the ground in front of her. She looked up at her new "friend" with a look that said, "Hope you're happy, idiot!" But before another few seconds had passed, she found herself retching again, knowing it would only be a matter of time before she left another pile at his feet.

Oh, and she had no intention of leaving. She'd stand here and puke all day. It was some sort of crazy test, she told herself. A battle of wits to see who was the craziest. Damn, what a stupid idea.