Sun Mote Copse all mimsy were the borogoves

Little Sugar had become a night owl, preferring the quiet of nighttime to the comparative pandemonium of daylight. Of course, it was difficult to sleep during the day, with what seemed like a dozen wolves stomping around the den, though once sleep captured her, it kept her. Often, the adults and even @Elfie and @Weejay left the foursome in the den by themselves; these quiet hours were her best chance for sleep.

Presently wide awake in the dark of midnight while her housemates slept, Sugar Glider unwound herself from the tangle of limbs tucked in close beside @Finley. She moved toward the den's entrance, only a shade lighter than the shadowy interior. She peeked outside, head tilting as she listened to a wind soughing through the copse. Some noises made her restive, even disturbed her in some peculiarly visceral way, yet this one she found comforting.

The pups' parents had begun allowing them to poke around the entryway, though Sugar had yet to step foot outside the den. The whispering wind gently tickled her face, bringing myriad smells to her pinked nose, caused her to carefully pick her way into the open. She didn't go far. In fact, as soon as she emerged, she stopped, breathless as the walls dropped away. Even in the darkness, she could sense the wilderness sprawling all around her.

Title from "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll.