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

This time, her vision dimmed so that everything was cast in a thick gray pall. Sugar gulped, her heart fluttering in her chest. But then she heard Fig speak from nearby, reassuring her. She turned her snout toward the sound of his voice, blinking rapidly without even being aware of it, and felt several more cool raindrops on her face. A few hit her in the eyes, forcing her to shut them.

"Kin you guide me to some swelter?" she asked, in her unease bungling the word "shelter." She took a tentative step forward and felt her pink nose press into soft fur. She wasn't scared, per se, just ill at ease without her sight. And as she heard another crack of thunder, she knew another bright burst of lightning would follow it shortly, so she squeezed her eyes even more tightly closed.