Sun Mote Copse here's the situation--i kinda kicked your dog into the sun.

Oblivious to the additional fissure in her artifact, Sugar Glider bent down to pick it up again when Finley approached to sniff at it. The pup's tail waved at her mother's interest, head tilting as she referred to the object as a turtle shell. She'd heard the word "shell" before in some context, though "turtle" was brand new to her.

"Tuddle?" she repeated to the best of her ability, wanting to know more about her findings.