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Wraen spotted the tree too, striding in its direction. Sugar followed suit, experiencing the same olfactory overload as the Sovereign. It almost made her nostrils burn. She wriggled her tiny pink nose, though her face stilled at the leader's sage words.

"No," she admitted, "but that..." A note of wonder was evident in her tone as she turned the idea over and over in her mind. "That's kind of brilliant." Her eyes lifted to Wraen's face, catching her eye for a split second before her gaze dropped out of instinctive deference. "We should definitely try it sometime."

Naturally, she thought about applying it to Towhee's wound, yet Eljay had made it very clear that all it needed now was to breathe. And Sugar couldn't imagine Towhee letting Sugar near her with a glob of sticky sap. The thought made her wrinkle her nose all over again, grinning. No, the visiting leader wouldn't have liked that much at all.

That train of thought split and led her down a slightly different track. "I was wondering something." Sugar paused, trying to frame her thought. "Do wolves like Tow and Fen—wolves who're missing a sense—does that make the other ones stronger?" If the smell of the sap was almost too much for her and Wraen, would it have been unbearable to Towhee, for instance?