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The ruckus between the two cubs was enough to rouse even the deepest of sleepers, as it no doubt roused Lusca, but Wylla was completely oblivious to all of that. She was aware only of the wetness of sick on her face and the rank odour of it as it assaulted her nostrils. Her attempt to push away from it ended in disappointment, for Ingram, small and fearful as he may be even at this tender age, was an effective roadblock for his sister.

She didn't know he'd stuck his paw in her mess, but soon Wylla's roadblock was moving. Not only was it moving, but it was climbing, and she wailed loudly as she clambered atop her. Ingram wasn't heavy, but he was uncomfortable, and his jostling against the back of her head caused her chin to sink back into the damp puddle of vomit. She struggled against his weight, flailing hither and thither in a great effort to unseat him from her back so that she could retreat from the horrendous, stinking wetness on the floor.