Moonspear right in front of my salad?

She began to scrape her tongue against her teeth in an effort to spit out the chewed grass, though much of it clung to the roof of her mouth. Galaxy's stomach rolled a bit as she kept trying, though her mother's quiet arrival distracted her. The pup gazed at her mother with a bit of a bug-eyed look, then finally gagged out a gunky green ball which dropped between her forelegs.

"My tummy hurts," she reported to her dam. As if to complement her words, her belly gave an audible gurgle, which tapered off into an angry-sounding rumble.