Sun Mote Copse and, as in uffish thought he stood

No answer came. Sugar stared off into the darkness, sensing something or someone just out of range. She swallowed and suddenly folded herself down beside Towhee. She felt protective of the injured wolf in her charge and was unwilling to step away from her to address whatever threat hovered just out of view. Anyway, Sugar didn't fancy herself any kind of warrior, did not desire a confrontation and felt safer beside the mercenary, however prostrate. She tucked her legs firmly beneath her chest as she leaned lightly into Towhee's warmth.

The rumbling bark made her start, her fur sticking up again. "Who's there?" Sugar hisspered, trying not to disturb Towhee even as anxiety swept through her. I should call for help, she thought, glancing down at the slumbering she-wolf, the sight making her hesitate.