[Seasonal Event] The morning after

Isla slept like the dead. (Ha?) Nestled against a tawny side with her fingers buried in a soft mane, it was hardly a surprise. Oh, but there were surprises to come, as she was about to find out. A heavy paw batted towards her nose and she scrunched up her face, something twitching (whiskers, she'd find out soon enough). Raising her arms to cover her face and finding herself nuzzling at large, tufted paws instead, Isla let out a grumble of sleepy confusion - that, too, became something markedly different, and her growl rippled around the shop. Amber eyes blinked open. Isla found herself staring up at Remi from her supremely comfortable position nestled up against his side on her back, tail flicking back and forth contentedly. As reality sank in she couldn't help but roll to try and get her feet under her, clumsy on four paws and ending up rolling awkwardly back to the ground. She huffed; it was too early for this. ISLA pray for me pray to me