Sun Mote Copse and the mome raths outgrabe

One fortunate potato bug escaped her attention and Elwood pointed a toe at it. Sugar stilled at his command, watching as it went from flat and skittering to round and still. The pup's lips made an "o" shape as she stared at it for a beat, before lunging forward and licking it into her mouth. She swallowed it without chewing.

"Say you," she chirped emphatically, in the instant before the cloudburst that had been brewing overhead opened up and it began to pour without any preamble.