Sun Mote Copse you think i wanna go back to wyoming.

She felt something brush her face but ignored it in her single-minded pursuit of Penn's jugular. The pressure felt good on her gums as she ground them into the folds of fur protecting his throat. She pressed harder and harder, until her brother's wails made her loosen her grip in surprise. Whether because he moved or she did, her toothless maw was suddenly empty.

The crying did not end right away and Sugar took a step back, wrinkled ears twitching. It was only the proximity that made it seem loud to her, for her ears were still only barely functioning. She blinked her black eyes and took an instinctive step backward. Unlike the brief squeak of before, this nonstop noise made her want to run away, not attack.

With the ungainliness of infancy, Sugar Glider scrambled away from Penn, having chosen the latter option when presented with fight or flight.