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Until now, her world had been one of primarily sensation and smell. She could never have guessed there was more, much more. Her eyes roved over the den's nearest wall, then eventually sought the brightness at its entrance. Sugar's eyes automatically squinted and watered, though she was not deterred from venturing toward it. She shuffled forward, the sudden appearance of a blurry shape silhouetted in the den's mouth causing her to stop so suddenly that she lost her balance. She initially tipped forward, her pink nose brushing the cool dirt floor, before she overcompensated and stumbled backward into a hard sit.

This flustered her no more than her eyes' reaction the light. Sugar blinked hard, eyes still little black slits, then slowly gathered her feet. Just because she had gained her sight did not cause her to rely any less on her more broken-in senses. Her nose wriggled as she drew in the shadow's scent. And once she came a little closer, she instinctively outstretched a stubby leg to paw at it. Her depth perception would take a while to develop; her tiny toes were several inches away from the blurry visitor standing on the doorstep.