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Towhee wanted to go for a walk today. Sugar decided she would allow it—well aware that the somewhat bullheaded Towhee might not have paid her any mind if she'd decided otherwise—but insisted on grabbing some breakfast beforehand. While the patient waited impatiently, the youngster searched the pack's caches, one by one, and found them all empty.

With a frown tugging at her lips, she struck out beyond the borders, to see if there was anything to be found. There was, although it wasn't prey; it was her cousin, Weejay. Nothing but a distant dab of gray, Sugar plodded in her direction until she could see her relative's distinctive features, then hastened her step to close the distance.

"Hey, Weej," Sugar said, black eyes crossing a little (not that anyone would be able to tell) as she watched her own breath fog in front of her face. "What're you up to?"