Sun Mote Copse all mimsy were the borogoves

Weejay was a night-owl for a different reason than Sugar Glider, but tonight she had only just lightly brushed the realm of sleep before she was jolted awake for reasons unknown to her. For a moment she sat in the dark in silence, listening to the gentle summer breeze that came in and stirred their pelts. She could hear the rhythmic breathing of her family, the quiet bustle of trees and leaves outside.. but in between these normal night sounds, Weejay also heard something unusual: a scuffle of feet near the entrance of the den.

If klaxon alarms existed in wolf brains, it certainly would have blared off in Weejay's mind. Outside was where her flower garden was! She bolted up and flew to the exit, coming to a slamming halt as she saw Sugar Glider's form eclipsed by night-time darkness.

Possessive of her flower patch, Weejay scowled and promptly placed her body between the green fronds and the dark-eyed child. She knew that her grandma would probably be awake soon to claim Sugar Glider back to the den, but in the mean-time Weejay bullishly protected her flower-patch with a scowling expression.