Dragoncrest Cliffs You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

A grumble in Sobo's stomach was the first ominous portent, but the pup put on a brave face and tried to ignore it. He was sprawled in the middle of the meadow under the weak morning sun, panting. It felt like many crabs were writhing in his belly and pinching his insides with their little claws. He grit his teeth against it and trained his eyes on the distant red tree, trying his very best to hide his pain, and failing.

Sobo desperately wanted to seek an adult for help, but doing so would mean admitting that he'd eaten the curious jade leaves wrapped around the trunk of a tall pine tree on his way over here. He suspected he would get in trouble for that, so he meant to stay mum, but the pain was getting worse and drool was beginning to drip from his jowls. It would be worrisome for an adult. For a cub, it was downright nightmarish.

Following a particularly nasty punch to his stomach, Sobo lurched to his paws and staggered several feet, only to hunch over and vomit noisily into the grass, sobbing all the while.