Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

She felt her insides glowing at his brief compliment, though Sugar decided to stop questioning it and just let it happen. He hadn't been particularly unpleasant before, though now he seemed to warm up to the conversation, perhaps because of her offer to help him. He explained about his ill luck, then asked a question she was surprised hadn't come even sooner.

"Aye, I'm from the Firebirds. We live in the copse back that direction," Sugar said, gesturing helpfully with her slender snout. "What about you?" she questioned, facing him fully again, black eyes boring into him with intrigue. Based on his solitary hunting behaviors, she wondered if he didn't have a pack and whether he might be looking for one, though she did have the presence of mind to press pause on that line of thought until Zeppelin at least answered.