Sun Mote Copse and stood awhile in thought

She went very still as blood and brain matter slowly dripped down her face, still slightly warm but cooling rapidly. Instinctively, Sugar's pink tongue poked out of her mouth to lick the cruor from her chops. She froze again at the sound of Chanel's scream, neck eventually snapping in that direction. She watched as the she-wolf tried to wipe bits of grume off her own face, her expression blank until Chanel stopped and, surprisingly, complimented her on her endeavor.

Sugar grinned then, looking quite macabre with the pulverized remains sticking to her face. "Yeah, it definitely had something in there," she quipped in agreement, then suggested, "We should go clean up. There's a stream not far from here. C'mon." Sugar waved a petite paw, then began shuffling away from the scene of the crime.