Sun Mote Copse did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Momentarily oblivious to the others, Sugar just kept staring at the rope of greenish yellow goo extending from face to foot. When Colt brushed her head, she ducked instinctively, then remembered herself and looked up at him. Simultaneously, her paw dropped back to the den floor and the rope broke. What remained of it swung to the packed earth beside her milky white toes and stuck. The pup bent down and licked it up, goop and dirt and all.

With her boogers taken care of and Colt melting into the background, Sugar's attention turned to Avery and the beaver's tail. Perhaps another pup might have felt competitive about it, though as far as she could see, there was plenty enough for both of them. Toddling over to the side opposite her sister, Sugar crouched down and put her new milk teeth to the rough leather flesh. She took to it like any canine takes to rawhide, murmuring happily at how good it felt on her aching gums.

It wasn't long before Sugar had gnawed herself into a drooling stupor, beetle black eyes slowly drifting closed. Even after she fell asleep, her jaw kept working, as the hunk of beaver's tail became less of a chew toy and more of a pacifier.