We could flood the streets

Eyes would be drawn to the emerging form of her daughter, her slender figure easily making it out of the den. Her tail would wag but the mother could tell that something was amiss, she wouldn't take in a deep breath yet. Curious she would tilt her head as Novella would then verbally proclaim exactly what she looked, that really she wasn't feeling good. She would hum slightly, a curious noise as she tried to think of what she could do to help her out, though Novella hadn't been too specific about her ailment. "Is your stomach upsetting you?" She would motion for her to come closer, her rounded bely causing for trouble when she tried to move any kind of distance. "Have you eaten any grass?" If it really was stomach problems maybe such a simple answer could be the solution.