Sun Mote Copse and the mome raths outgrabe

Elwood's unexpected cry took her aback momentarily. She gazed up at him, wide-eyed, the noise still ringing in her ears. Slowly, it dawned on her that he was only playing. A slow smile crept over her features and her tail wiggled. Her lips parted in a cherubic laugh, amused by her dad's antics.

Happy to play along, Sugar pounced his foot and grabbed the partially mauled worm again. She shook it, the poor thing falling apart in her mouth. It tasted strange, though she'd eaten her fair share of dirt and the like, so it wasn't that off-putting. With that said, she went to spit out her victim's remains and what came out was a slimy, chunky mess that dripped languidly like goo. Some of it stuck to her chin.

"Say woo!" Sugar declared, favoring her sire with a ghoulishly worm-gore grin, forgetting that anyone else had ever been there.