Redhawk Caldera I Instagram every meal I've had

In a spectacular impression of the volcano on which he was born, Nightjar hiccuped again, then blew his top.

Well, not literally. His head remained connected to his body, yet lifted off the ground as though to herald the coming of an eruption. His mouth opened wide and suddenly he was projectile vomiting hot, sticky, sour milk straight at his father. The stench was horrific, a mixture of sweet and sour, that instantly grabbed his attention when the stream of sick finally stopped.

The pressure in his stomach was gone, but a new, uneasy feeling was creeping over Nightjar in the aftermath of his volcano performance, who opened his puke-filled mouth and cried out loudly.