Sun Mote Copse The Hunting of the Snark

Ever since their arrival, Sugar had been shadowing Bronco and Nellie, curious about these pups she didn't know nearly as well as her litter mates, Elfie and Weejay. Today, she ranged after the towheaded little girl. Despite their age difference, they were close in size. When they passed one of Avery's small holes, Sugar turned her head sideways and shot her sister a smile. When she faced forward again, her pink nose nearly rammed into Nellie's rear.

The younger child had stopped to address a visitor, a she-wolf whose face was familiar to Sugar, if not particularly well-known. Stepping up to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Alpha's offspring, Sugar's black eyes studied Wraen's face. She had been the one to tell Pox stories not so long ago. "Dragons," the puny pup remembered, murmuring under her breath.