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

There was something satisfying about felling her prey, even in play, though Fig wasn't going down without a fight. Sugar squealed softly as he easily rolled her and tightened his forelegs, pinning her to the ground. He snapped his teeth at her and Sugar instinctively thrust out her own forelimb, white toes mashing against Fig's cheek even as she laughed again and then slipped out from beneath him like a particularly adorable eel.

But she wasn't an eel, nor a wolf cub, not at this moment; she was a dragon! "Rwar!" she said loudly (because Sugar rarely truly raised her voice), her black eyes glittering when a thunderclap punctuated her statement. The lightning followed, popping like the flashbulb on an old-fashioned camera and lighting up the blustery forest like a negative. In its wake, Sugar found she was mostly blind, the brightness having affected her sensitive eyes.

"Hey, I canna see!" she said in mild alarm even as the first few raindrops began to splatter all around her. "Wh—" Now spots began to swim in her vision. Or were those raindrops? Sugar blinked rapidly, her sight clearing up just in time for the whole process to repeat: a crackle of thunder, followed by a blinding sizzle of lightning.