Seaside Moors burnt the fire of thine eyes?

The figure who approached struck Sugar Glider as familiar. She had been present when the medic had dropped off Raleska and her newborns. She couldn't recall a name, if one had been given, but the woman spoke her own. This took her a little by surprise, particularly the accent, though a beat later found a smile creeping over her grayscale features.

"I am," she began with a quick nod, making sure to keep her head low. She thought to bend further and nose the rabbit toward the she-wolf with an explanation for her presence here when a second figure appeared, striking Sugar dumb.

He looked nothing like the last time she'd seen him, yet all the same, he was unmistakable. When he spoke, her tail began to wave, despite his lack of familiarity. She hardly could've expected him to remember her (even if some part of her wished for that). She was simply overjoyed to see "Elwood" again, clearly growing and thriving.

"Hi there," she said quietly, "I'm Sugar Glider, a friend of your mother's." Of course, she wondered about Raleska and "Finley," though for the moment, all Sugar could do was stare happily at little "Elwood."