Lost Creek Hollow there's so much you have to know

really? yes.

sionnach looked up from the present she had made, bits of meat and stringy drool flecking her lips. next came a hic, and a second gag - for a second it looked like she was about to throw up the second course too, but the well was dry.

blinking, the girl licked her lips and giggled, looking up at deshyr in the most unashamed manner. hic. the pile at her feet, steaming and offensive for anyone with an ounce of sense, was a new mound to be explored for the girl. she tilted her head this way and that as she looked at the meat pyramid, her nose crinkling as the sensation of bile hit her.

raising a paw dubiously, sionnach puppy-slapped the meat-pile. it gurgled and splattered, and the noise was so delightful for the little babe that she did it a second time, rearing up on her stubby hind legs like a mini-fox about to plow through snow; only, sionnach was about to plow through her own mess and really stink up the place.