Wapun Meadow that old cliché

hopefully last post for me!

The horrendous-smelling wolf shook his fur, flicking bits of disgusting whatever upon her. Fox did not understand why he insisted on torturing her, and she was going to make sure that Lethe knew about it. Had she known that he was some kind of religious nutjob, at least she would have been able to understand it. Fox gagged again, but the contents of her stomach were already on the ground. There was nothing left but dry heaves.

Somehow, Fox managed to gain enough strength to lift herself from the ground. Vomit still clung to her fur, but she would—could not—stay here any longer. Weakly, she lifted her lip in a warning snarl. She made no move to attack him. Fox had only wanted him to stay away from her. And that was all she had ever wanted. If he tried to stop her, well... she would get to that if she had to.