Sun Mote Copse here's the situation--i kinda kicked your dog into the sun.

"Yeah," Sugar concurred. No further explanation was forthcoming.

She finished her toilet, lifted her hips and kicked a bit of soil over the wet patch, then peered around at the sunlit dooryard a moment. Her black eyes squinted against the brightness, which made them ache and water. Sugar wanted to go back inside and sleep some more, though she looked up at her mother and saw the she-wolf gazing at her almost expectantly. She couldn't know what her dam wanted, though she smiled up at her, head cocking endearingly.

Some of the other pups were louder than her, already talking endlessly and mastering their vocabularies. Sugar was quieter by nature and spoke sort of sparingly thus far. Perhaps she seemed dumb (pun intended) or simply taciturn. True to form, she remained silent, lips pursed a little as she awaited some sort of command from Finley.