Sun Mote Copse all mimsy were the borogoves

The new moon lent her no light, though her eyes acclimated to the darkness after a moment, her pitch irises particularly suited to night vision. She took another step forward, eyes sweeping the dark expanses on every side save behind her striped back. Sugar looked over her shoulder and could see the den's mouth, a hole darker than the rest of the night. Reassured by it, she moved to face forward again, when she saw a stirring in the entryway and suddenly, Weejay was there beside her.

Her heart had skipped a beat in surprise, though it steadied quickly and she waved her tiny tail at her cousin. It stilled when she noted the older girl's scowl. She did not speak yet, though she understood many words and phrases and could read expressions and body language fairly adeptly. Something was the matter with Weejay, based on the glower on her face, but what?

"Ung?" Sugar said sotto voce. It wasn't so much the late hour and the fact that their family members were sleeping nearby; low volume was just sort of her default setting due to her sensitivity to sound. "Ung? Ay?"