Sun Mote Copse a name is just a sound someone makes when they need you.

The July sun was rather merciless today, so Sugar Glider made a game of bouncing from one shady spot to the next as the caravan of Blackthorns trekked through the copse. During any stretches where avoiding the light was made impossible, she squeezed beneath one of the adults to shade her sensitive eyes. Her small size made it possible to simply walk along underneath them without tripping them up overly much, though fortunately for all, there were plenty of shadows to be found beneath the forest's leafy green canopy.

When they reached their final destination, Sugar simply stood at the clearing's edge for a moment, frozen by sensory overload. She could hear Penn's excited shuffling and the familiar din of the others' voices. Beneath that, Sugar swore she could hear running water. It was tempting to go investigate, though there were about thousand other demands on her attention. It was all sort of overwhelming, though the "suave sock" refused to let it hold her back for long.

She plucked up her tiny legs and sidled up to @Avery, one of her quieter siblings. Sugar's pink nose pressed gently against her sister's shoulder. "Wanna dig some pants?" she queried, ignoring the sounds and smells as their brother exuberantly urinated nearby.