Lost Creek Hollow It's brand new

Forward dooted to like Wednesday or Thursday because I'm impatient.  @Terance!

She'd felt slightly off the day before, not that she'd said anything, but it was enough encouragement to finally excuse herself from Terance's company for a bit and return to her own den to check out what @Joss had done thus far.  Some lizard-brain part of her spoke that if she was going to be anything but 100%, it should be out of anyone else's view.

Honestly, after spending like.. What? Just shy of two weeks spending nights mostly curled up next to him, it was now weird as hell to be off on her own again.  Maybe that was why she restlessly woke up sometime in the pre-dawn hours.  But as she blearily wrenched herself to her feet to try for a more comfortable spot, she was surprised by having barfed up a mouthful of bile from her empty stomach before her conscious mind had even realized what was happening.  She sniffed at it, and not being particularly impressed with what she found, scraped at one of the partially-dug walls until the pool was as buried and hidden as it was going to get.  Treason then staggered to the other side of the den and passed out until a few hours after sunrise.

When she woke, she still felt rather like garbage.  But at least this time she knew better, moving a good deal more carefully to exit the den and curl up in a faint ray of almost-sunlight on the snow outside while not disturbing whatever delicate equilibrium that kept her guts in check.  Maybe the snow would freeze it or something -- from inside or out, as she'd had a mouthful of the stuff to completely remove whatever remaining taste of the mishap from her mouth.  She could hope.  Well.  If Terance showed up, as she suspected he'd do, looking at least somewhat miserable it probably would have been some food they shared.  If not, she had one other guess.

For now, though, she put on the face of someone who expected to just have a lazy day and hope things went back to normal quick.