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

"Uh huh!" Sugar agreed with Avery's remark, tail wiggling as she continued combing her feet through the rich, loose soil. Soon her tiny white toes were filthy and the scent of fresh earth filled her nostrils. She sighed happily and paused to glance over at Finley, who appeared to be searching for something.

Although curious about her mother's quest, Sugar Glider's attention returned to the task at hand. She resumed her digging, pulling out several roots and setting them aside. When her muscles eventually begged for a rest, she noticed that the coiled rhizomes made a sort of nest. Without hesitation, she stepped into it, circled thrice and then settled.

The sounds of the tense conversation over yonder wasn't altogether too different from the background noise of the den they'd all shared. From a distance, the faint buzz was actually soothing to Sugar. Despite the newness of the surroundings, the general excitement of the day's events, and the slight lumpiness of her makeshift bed, the tiniest Blackthorn drifted off to sleep.