Dawnlark Plains Four Door Aventador

Target obtained, Meadow was particularly pleased that she happened to catch this one on the first attempt – that rarely happened. Surprised for half a second, Meadow paused, her mother’s words washing over her with warmth, though it did not distract her from her current goal. Was there milk in this thing?
 
What she had expected to be as delicious as her mother’s warm milk was completely the opposite. Something thick was sucked to the back of her throat – slimy, sticky. Surprise took her, and before she could even cough to clear the unwelcome substance from her throat where it stung, a paw punched her squarely in the face.
 
Perhaps the quiet of her siblings, Meadow let out a loud roar to notify her mother of her pain and upset. What little vision that had been gained went black as she saw stars. Crying with short, loud wails, Meadow’s body began to tremble as she rolled over, squawking as she tried to get away from her sister. The thick snot that sat uncomfortably at the back of her throat made itself known as well, and suddenly the girl began to wretch, her shoulders scrunched, her eyes squeezed shut.

It wasn't the best first impression of the world she could see, now.