Swiftcurrent Creek sporks

Relonikiv had no sense of what was and wasn't disgusting. Bazi watched him wolf down more of her vomit, and briefly wondered if he would ingest shit if it was presented to him as dinner. Probably, but she wasn't about to try. Bazi rubbed either side of her muzzle against the inside of her knee, smearing slimy spit and pre-chewed meat into her fur. A bath was imminent - but first, she would make sure Kiv was fed and tucked back in with the others. Stomach-churning though the process was, it was how wolves kept their young alive - and Bazi would gladly (sort of) repeat the process until it was no longer required of her.