Sun Mote Copse and stood awhile in thought

Chanel seemed a little taken aback, though only for a split second. Soon she was encouraging Sugar to crack 'er open. She even laughed, as if the notion was amusing to her. But as far as how to go about it, she didn't have any advice, instead questioning Sugar on how she thought to approach the matter.

"Hmmm," was Sugar's ponderous reply as she struck out a forefoot and pressed it against the dead squirrel's head. The skull felt firm beneath the weight of her paw, solid too. She could attempt to bash at it with her foot, though that seemed like a clumsy way to go about it.

"I think I should do this," she announced a heartbeat before ducking her head over the kill, jaws opening and then closing around the squirrel's head. She hoisted it a few inches into the air for better leverage, then applied pressure, lightly at first before bearing down more and more. Eventually, the bones gave way, her teeth crushing through the skull.

Sugar promptly dropped the carcass, not wishing to completely pulverize the head. She beheld her handiwork then: the squirrel's head now featured two discernible punctures, presumably from her canines, with a fissure in between that exposed some of the brain matter. There was only a sliver of red and pink, though, and Sugar glanced at Chanel for a second before deciding to involve a paw after all.

The first time the youth swung, she missed and smacked the squirrel's shoulders. The second time, she whacked her target but nothing happened aside from badly jostling the entire corpse. With a small sound of frustration, Sugar placed her paw over the partially caved-in skull and simply pressed down her weight until the whole thing ended up exploding like a watermelon. Gore splattered everywhere.