Sun Mote Copse beware the jubjub bird, and shun

He smiled at her. Sugar returned it, her pink button of a nose wriggling as she took in the smells of his sickbed. She was very curious about them and meant to ask some questions, though before she could open her mouth, Colt distracted her with one of his own. She felt pride blossom in her chest as she nodded her head, a little slowly at first but then much more vigorously.

"Aye," the pup said simply, having picked up the word someplace. She paused, black eyes glistening like freshly spilled ink. "You likey?"