Rasha in Wonderland

Alarr had given her no solutions or cures and soon enough Pestilence was stomping back to her den empty-pawed and frustrated, still covered in fungal growths. Pasketti followed behind her with the moss and bowl Alarr had offered, occasionally running forward to squeeze some of the garlic water on Pestilence while she power-walked back. "Stop it, Pasketti, it's not going to help." She sighed, climbing the hill to spot -

"RASHA." Pestilence's voice grew firm and commanding, and she barreled down the hill toward the drinking yearling to twack the empty bottle out of her paws. "What the hell is wrong with you? Drinking random-ass shit like this - do you want to get sick again, is that it??" Her paw came up a second time to aim to cuff the girl on the ear, light enough to not push her over but hard enough to get her disappointed mother message across. "Throw it up. Pasketti, go ask Alarr for something to clear her stomach out." The monkey booked it away from mother and daughter back toward Alarr's den.