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

When prompted about how many the dragons numbered, Sugar's tail gave a lash. Dragons were fierce, she knew, and fearsome too. Yet Fig didn't seem afraid. Perhaps he didn't realize that she and the rest of the pack were his foes! Her lips skinned back from her teeth in what she hoped was a ferocious leer worthy of a dragon, though her black eyes danced playfully.

"We're all anemones!" she declared with another switch of her little tail. As if to punctuate this exclamation, the thunder rolled and the first bolt of lightning flashed. In its wake, the day suddenly seemed much darker, and the wind picked up in the trees, rustling the leaves.

Bouncing closer to Fig, Sugar said, "D'you hear that? They has wings!" Another flash of lightning pulsed. "And fur!" She meant "fire," although this was technically more accurate. Sucking in a breath, she warned, "They're comin'! You better run!" And with a quiet giggle, she leaped at him.