Sun Mote Copse She paints me blue again

That word, combined with the expression on Avery's face, made Sugar Glider glance in her sister's direction and nibble at her lower lip. Yes, it was indeed gross, although it was fascinating in equal measure. She wanted to take a closer look, despite the state of the body and its horrible odor, though she sensed that her sister may not approve. And Avery's opinion mattered to Sugar.

She pulled the waterlogged carcass fully out of the water and set it on the bank. She wiped her paw in the grass, mostly because she knew Avery was watching her, then looked over at her sister again and explained, "I don't think it's good for it to be in the water. We drink from here." And though Sugar was no expert, she assumed that they didn't want something dead and rotten fouling up their source of drinking water.

Abandoning the dead squirrel, Sugar moved back toward Avery and redirected her attention to the boulder. "Alright," she said, "let's do this." This time, she stepped quite deliberately into the water, hissing quietly as it splashed against her underbelly, immediately chilling her. She let her small body sink until the water closed over her tiny shoulder blades, paddling toward the base of the gigantic rock.