Sun Mote Copse de-light-ed

Sometime while she slept, Sugar's ear canals opened fully so that, for the first time in her brief life, she was awoken by birdsong. This noise which tended to delight most others only earned a distressed wail from the pup even as she jerked her forelimbs toward her own face as if instinctively attempting to block the sharp sound. Her own yowl startled her into silence. She squirmed and whimpered, more cranky than anything by having her sleep disturbed.

A few soothing passes of @Finley's tongue quieted the restless pup and, much more content for it, Sugar sat up and tilted her head as she acclimated to the sudden cacophony. Now that her ears had adjusted somewhat to its surprising volume, the birds' calls were not so bad. In fact, the sound was sort of pleasant. In her limited experience so far, sounds had origins, and though Sugar did not actually make the connection in any coherent fashion, she began to wander toward the source as if to seek it.

She was stopped by @Elwood's paw. She looked up at her father, who smiled and made some intriguing noises of his own. He somehow managed to redirect her attention to Crow, who was sitting up and staring around the den as if dazed. When Elwood gently nudged her in her brother's direction, the puppy went compliantly enough, walking right up to Crow and bumping noses.