Sun Mote Copse the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Fig didn't know, though he said his dad probably would. Sugar's lips pursed. Who was his dad? Had she met him? She hadn't been paying much attention to the adults, though logically she knew Fig hadn't just appeared here all by himself. Whenever the rain cleared and they could search for them, Sugar would be sure to introduce herself and question him (and anyone else who might know) about the origin of storms.

The rain still pounded relentlessly, its rhythmic rush lulling Sugar into a drowse. She felt very cozy, tucked in this cocoon of leaves and twigs with her new friend. She curled into a ball, tucking her pink nose beneath the tip of her tail, and pretended she was a baby dragon inside of an egg. When she woke up, she would hatch. For now, it was time to incubate.

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