Whitebark Stream what a lovely way to burn

It was early that morning that Kaori was awoken by a dull ache in her stomach, insistent. For much of the day she was able to ignore it, napping when her mind would allow it to try and rid herself of the discomfort. It was from one of such naps that she was torn by a twisting deep within her abdomen, a rolling sensation that, ultimately, resulted in her previous meal being forced from her. Heaving, her body remained unsatisfied until its contents were all strewn before her, a mess of partially digested food.

After recollecting herself, the dragoness did what she could to clean up the mess, burying it beneath the lingering snow. Shortly thereafter she abandoned the scene in favour of a visit to the stream, seeking a drink to rid her mouth of that awful taste. Yet, upon her arrival, she noticed she was not alone on the bank—another was there, a wolf she recognised as the one to welcome those from the lair. Despite her nausea, Kaori approached whilst letting out a soft chuff, greeting the other female with a polite nod of her head.