Sun Mote Copse i've seen her kick in a door before.

As Finley described her hopeful visions for Sugar's elder sisters—mates, children, their own packs—Sugar could only chew over the information like a particularly juicy bite of venison. Once more, she thought of her own future. Would she leave one day? Would she want a mate? The idea of pairing up with a man made her frown inwardly. But if she wanted children, then it was a must; she knew about the birds and the bees. Was that something she might want someday, even if the thought stirred little interest now...?

There was no telling what the future held, just like Finley couldn't say for certain what her older children's present looked like now. Sugar shook her head slowly, deciding against further questions, particularly when she caught a glimpse of pale golden fur through the trees ahead.

"I think that's her," the youngster said brightly, though she didn't call Fennec's name just yet. Instead, she came to a stop and asked, "Are you coming with me? Or is it ta-ta for now?"