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Leta roused and mewled quietly. It was time to eat (as it often was for Valette's large cubs), and with a smack of her lips Leta did as she must until she was filled to the brim with food. Despite being born smaller than (most, if not all of) her brothers, Leta seemed eager to change that now that she had emerged from the womb. Compared to the day she was born, Leta's indulgent side had caused her puppy belly to swell and her shape to be, well, round. 

It was no wonder that once she had finished her breakfast Leta rolled onto her back accidentally when trying to get comfortable. Having no navigation system to speak of, she could only sense that something was amiss when her world felt topsy turvy; she let out a panicked squall, and her legs flailed uselessly as she attetmpted to right herself to no avail. It was not something that would cause the girl bodily or mental harm, though one would not know that by the confounded and distressed noises she made... noises that were loud, given she could not hear them herself.