Wapun Meadow that old cliché

Fox's body had not responded well to his foul smell, and it demanded rest from her (without her permission, no less). The Nu remained on the ground, her tongue lolled out to taste the dirt. The girl's stomach gurgled something fierce, and yet she still did not rustle from her body's enforced slumber. A full thirty seconds passed, and she lay there with her chest heaving while her body tried to remind her that she should not get near such sickening things again.

The yearling's eyes fluttered, and she groaned in discomfort. Her stomach ached, and the smell had not gone away. Her whole body felt weak and disjointed, and she did not think she would be able to do anything until this wretched beast left her. "Away," she creaked, her mouth and throat dry. Of course, she probably didn't look or smell to great herself, laying here in her own vomit. And that only made things worse. Swallowing hard, she did everything in her power not to gag again.