Whitefish River Just like the Seed

The morning started late for Ira, a wolf of duty who usually rose with the sun. The better half of the morning she had been fighting off fatigue and waves of nausea until the feeling settled enough for her to make her way out of the den. Day waits for no one, no matter who you are or what you've done, even if she did not feel well she could at least walk along the borders. The fresh air would be good for her anyways...or... so she thought. By the time the Constable actually reached the edge of the territory a strong wave of nausea hit her like a brick causing her to stop in her tracks and promptly empty her stomach.