Sun Mote Copse you think i wanna go back to wyoming.

She was pondering where that noise had come from when Penn swung his head blindly in her direction, mouth opening wide. There it came again, only it was a little different: higher in pitch, not that Sugar had the wherewithal to note these things on any conscious level. She stared into her brother's gaping, gummy maw for a moment. Rather than avoid it, she then thrust her little pink nose directly down his throat, eager to locate the source of that strange squeaking noise.