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They both stared each other for a few silent beats, Deshyr's expression a mix of concern and disgust to Sionnach's unabashed glee. Even her giggle after a second gag (which Deshyr started forward at with a frantic, "nO!") did nothing to soften her big sister's contorted features. Though, it seemed the worst had passed, as nothing else had come up for her to add to the pile before them.

But Sionnach looked at it with a growing interest that caused Deshyr's frown to deepen.

She opened her mouth to speak, to ask her sister what exactly she was planning on doing, before suddenly she slapped the regurgitated meal with such force it sent chunks flying every which way. Deshyr let out a girlish squeal as some landed on her paws, and she began wiggling backwards, right into the mud pit that had formed outside the den. To be honest, though, she'd much rather be covered in mud than her baby sibling's vomit.

"SINNY, THAT'S GROSS!" Deshyr half-yelled, half-scolded once she was a far enough distance away from her rioting sib to avoid being splattered.