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Wolfhive's nausea had crept up during the travel to Sunkissed Creek, and sometime before getting to the new camp he decorated a bush with his stomach contents. Repeatedly.
When his stomach was gone committing what might have been an actual war crime, he staggered after everyone else to make it within the temporary camp's boundaries. Though faintly aware of Bumba issuing patrols, he wasn't directly involved in that and his only real responsibility at this point was making cats regret causing issues, if they did so.
In the meantime, he'd collapse in a heap near the edge of the camp, out of the way but able to semi-keep tabs on things. Next cat to step out of line was going to end up like that poor bush!