Moonspear the world is quiet here

Unsure what to do with this literal roadblock, Vela laid where she had been stopped. Unsure of just how to evade it, Vela scrambled attempting to work out how to continue her wading. Her chubby forelimbs churned as she swayed her head from side to side. Not moving her hind legs, as Vela had worked out through trial and error that this was how she could get closer to her sleeping sibling, she found herself in an even less pleasurable position. Her head was tipped back slightly, and her chin rested on the other's pale flank. In this inflexible position, Vela felt stuck, and there was only one way she had learned about getting herself out of any undesirable situations. 

Just as she opened her mouth to let out a wail, she felt a gentle touch on her back. Pleased, yet still uncomfortable in her position, Vela let out a frail whine; a sound which expressed the mix of emotions she currently felt.