Sun Mote Copse Miss Smilla Feeling for Snow

The Sovereign's suggestion gave her pause. Slowly, Sugar lowered her head closer to the ground, allowing her whiskers to make contact with its surface. Tentatively, she stepped forward, using the tip of her pink nose to feel out her path, as well as smell what lay ahead. The bristles on her jowls helped her navigate even more readily than she'd anticipated; it was almost like having an extra set of toes sprouting from her face, with which she could feel out the world.

"Cool," she muttered under her breath, before remembering Wraen had said something else. Sugar tried to mentally backtrack, only to come up blank. Her focus had narrowed down to the tip of her snout and she realized, with a tiny puff of breath, that she hadn't really heard Wraen at all.

"Sorry, what?" she asked, turning blindly toward the point of pressure as Wraen touched her shoulder. "I was too busy concentrating, I missed what you said."