Night's stomach had been twisting and twirling all day. It had been this annoying little bug in his head that had made it thump like a drum all night. And now it was in his gut, giggling and twisting. He felt near ready to heave the moment he'd opened his eyes. His head had burned and he'd winced away from the light.
But he was a member of the tribe.
He was a prey hunter.
He couldn't let his fellow tribe members down because he failed to to catch prey this day.
He stumbled from the camp, ignoring the way his innards seemed to churn and threaten at the mere thought of movement.
But Night pushed on.
He had to.
Up until the moment he'd tried leaping after a bird, only to feel his belly swim and for his entire self to come crashing down. The bird flew off free and he hunched over.
His stomach emptied quickly and he near collapsed from the heaving.
He reeked of vomit and couldn't find the strength to lift himself.