Sun Mote Copse beware the jabberwock, my son!

Crow had been running this way and that, peeing on anything he could point his wiener at. When he heard Sugar make a weird noise, the young Blackthorn made a beeline toward her. He wasted no time gobbling up whatever she'd just spilled at her feet, making overly audible smacking noises that would have set Starr reaching oh-so-quickly for her noise-cancelling headphones. If Sugar's vomit tasted gross, Crow didn't even notice. In a matter of seconds, he'd ingested her upchuck and the flowers, including the dirt that was attached to them.

His stomach rumbled for a split second, then he burped loudly, breathing it out in Sugar's face. Wow, Crow was turning into a real dick.