Sun Mote Copse the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Loud noises didn't disturb her as badly as before, though she still wasn't a big fan. When another peal of thunder rumbled a few minutes later, a little louder this time, she pushed back onto her feet, prepared to tuck herself inside the den to avoid the cacophony. Only she stilled when she realized there was no den, not here. In lieu of that, she instinctively sought out one of the adults. She wasn't afraid of the storm, she just needed the reassurance of an authority figure while they rode out the loud bursts of sound that tended to come with thunderstorms. Heck, even a fellow youth would be a comfort.

But when faced with a total stranger, Sugar could only blink her beady black eyes. They stood still as statues, about two yards stretching between them, staring awkwardly at one another. She watched his jaw work as if he was getting ready to say something, though no sound escaped him. Her head tilted, forgetting all about the pending cloudburst as she regarded his dark, unfamiliar features, wondering who he was and what he was doing here.

"Who're you?" she eventually asked, the aloofness of surprise quickly giving way to amiable curiosity. Her tiny tail began to stir as she ventured a step closer, pink nose wriggling too.

I got a severe case of déjà vu while writing this post!