[i]Gasping for air, the woman fell to her hands and knees, and puked onto the forest floor, and when the flow of vomit halted she was gasping for air again, before the flow continued. When she had completely emptied herself, she was sweating heavily onto the undergrowth, eyes wide. Her vision began blurring, and she struggled to stay conscious. Gulping back and tasting the wretched aftertaste of puke, she shook violently as she got to her feet, leaning on a tree for support as she stared at the new face which the wolf ran up to.[/i] "C-comment t-tu t-t'appelles?" [i]She asked in flawless French, her dark gray eyes exhausted yet cautious.[/i]