Sun Mote Copse beware the jubjub bird, and shun

She paused and grinned when he reported feeling better. Colt wanted to know who'd taught her that. Instead of answering him directly, she looked over at whichever parent was currently darkening the doorway. Her tail twitched before she returned her full attention to healing Colt.

Aforementioned parent eventually took pity on him when he was fairly covered in puppy slobber, drawing Sugar away with murmurs about how Uncle Colt needed to rest now. Sugar didn't protest, though right before she padded after her escort (who thankfully remembered to nab the empty turtle shell for her), her beady black eyes settled on the Sovereign.

"G'night, Unclolt."