Sun Mote Copse a name is just a sound someone makes when they need you.

Sugar glanced over in the direction of the commotion, ears pinning back somewhat. But when Finley strode off in search of greens, she quickly faced forward and bounded after her mother. She would take plants over noisiness any day!

As soon as they arrived at the clover patch, Sugar threw herself face first into the vegetation. Only later, after her experience with monkshood, would she learn to fear purple flowers. Presently, she rubbed her face all over the blossoms, snatching a few off their stems and happily chewing on them. When that failed to sustain her interest, she stuck her wee white toes into the rich earth and began to uproot a few of the flowers.