Sun Mote Copse beware the jabberwock, my son!

Rather than offer comfort, Crow provided further contributions to the mess. Sugar moaned as she watched him explode from both ends at once. She noted the crumpled blossoms in his upchuck, still heliotrope despite being coated in bile. Although she didn't register it right then, she would later associate this terrible episode with that nearly violent shade of purple.

When it seemed Crow had emptied his body of all fluids, Sugar finally found her voice and she croaked, "You okay?" The words had barely left her mouth before she thought to call for help. "@Elwood! @Finley!" the tiny pup wailed. "Help!"