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Despite the fact that her ears were still folded flat against her skull, Orca could still hear some muffled version of Titmouse's screaming. Usually, she didn't mind it; in fact, it had become the background noise of her existence, something that was there more often than not. But that didn't mean she had to like it. She watched with squinty eyes as her brother continued to pitch a fit, and then she decided to shut him up.

With unwieldy movements, she tumbled towards him. Seeing everything move and shift around her made her a little seasick, and by the time she was at Titmouse's side, she was stifling a burp. She squeezed her eyes shut and -- her mission to make him stop screaming forgotten -- she unceremoniously barfed right next to him, surely splattering him with a bit of her vomit.

From somewhere overhead, there was a sigh from an adult, and then Elwood began patiently cleaning the two puppies with his tongue.