Wapun Meadow that old cliché

*amused*

He spoke again, but Fox could not hear him. The nausea had overpowered her, and the only noise that made it to her brain was the loudest ringing (or was it buzzing?) sound she had ever heard. And then, the funniest thing happened. The crazy, horrible-smelling wolf started to get darker and darker. Upon more observation, Fox realized it wasn't just him, though. It was like the stars and the moon had gone out. "Poof" they went, leaving her in a darker and darker place. Even with the ringing and the loss of vision, Fox had somehow managed to keep herself standing.

Well, for a little while. A few short seconds of the dark ringing elapsed, and then Fox's legs buckled beneath her and she was on the ground in a pile of fur and flesh. She had been knocked unconscious by the wretched smell that was Lecter. Laying somewhat on her side, her lungs still functioned normally, though it was a wonder she wasn't tossing her cookies in her sleep.