Sun Mote Copse and stood awhile in thought

Chanel could only watch with dual horror and interest as Sugar took things into her own hands (or paws), wrapping her jaws around the skull to break it with an audible crack. Then the girl smacked the limp corpse back and forth like a ragdoll, before stepping directly onto it with her weight, forcing its insides out the punctures. 

A gross squelch met Chanel's ears and she cringed with disgust. Something wet smacked into her cheek in the same instant. Chanel was paralyzed, afraid to ask if it was what she thought it was. After a moment of hesitation she let out a high-pitch squeal of revulsion, taking as quick a swipe of her paw as possible to her face. She couldn't help but glance to the ground at the small piece of juicy squirrel brain matter, and a shiver ran down her spine at the thought that the guts had touched her gorgeous face. 

She halfway wanted to growl at the child for the brain explosion. She had not been warned that she was in the splash zone. But she held it back, and instead tried her best to be a good friend. "Great job Sugar! Look... I suppose it really does have a brain! Just doesn't use it very much," Chanel joked playfully. She hoped the child had learned something from this mess, because in her mind, she sacrificed her cleanliness for Sugar's medical education. Chanel tried her best to remain positive but every bone in her body was telling her to go wash her face right now.