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Her eyes, even darker than the moonless night, watched as Weejay plucked a stem from the patch behind her. Sugar cocked her head as the offering was made, tail stirring once more. She still didn't understand what was going on, though she reached forward to sniff at the clover blossom. It tickled her pinked nose, prompting a soft sneeze.

"Ike, ay," the pup murmured. There was a rustling from the nearby den, causing her to freeze and peer that way, though it subsided without any sign of movement out of doors. Sugar's attention slowly returned to Weejay. "Ike for."

Certain that it made absolute sense to her playmate, the tinier pup once more studied their nighttime surroundings. There were no colors; everything was some shade of black or gray. It was quiet, save for the occasional sound of the wind whispering through the trees. The air was cool, scented with the familiar odors of the woods. It all suited Sugar quite well; although she couldn't possible articulate it (even to herself), she felt like she was in her element.

That was until a strange noise floated on the air. It wasn't very loud at all, though it was jarring in the quiet. Hoo, hoo! Hoo, hoo! The soft black fur on Sugar's spine stood on end even as her ears folded. She shot her cousin a questioning glance.