Sun Mote Copse The Art of the Dinner Date

Sugar didn't know the word "algae," though as soon as Wraen provided a description, she thought back to that day when she and Avery had spotted some reeds. Unaware that they were two entirely different things, the pup nodded. "Aye, I've seen algae before. I didn't know that's what they were called though." She paused for a heartbeat before querying, "Why?"

Before the Sovereign could explain why she asked, a cloud of winged insects descended on them without warning. Sugar's black eyes blinked and widened, peering around as she slowly realized these weren't bugs. They were leaves of some kind. They whirled and twirled on the crisp air like miniature helicopters, several of them knocking into the wolves' bodies before swirling down to join the rest of the leaf litter on the ground.