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

Her clumsy getaway was scuppered by none other than her own mother. Sugar let out a squawk as Finley lifted her, every muscle in her small body immediately relaxing in response to the pressure on her scruff. She was safely deposited between her dam's forelegs and then groomed in such a way that she entirely forgot she'd been fleeing.

When Penn appeared nearby and began to poke at her, Sugar batted at him as if he hadn't prompted her fight or flight response a few moments prior. In between flails of her stubby forelimbs, a great yawn overcame her, forcing her tiny jaws apart so that her pink tongue curled forth between darker pink gums.