Sun Mote Copse Dance-off, bro. Me and you.

Pox was completely unperturbed by being called an idjit. Mostly because he didn't notice it happened, but also he wouldn't have known what it was so he wouldn't know to not be okay with it. His attention was on Maia, who was showing them something quite fascinating just now. His head canted with interest as she ran forward and dropped into a slide across the grass. His eyes grew wide with fascination and after about five seconds of standing there in awe and curiosity, he was springing forward to give this a try for himself.

It was about ten paces in when his older nephew caught up with him. Whether he'd meant to or not, Pox found his paws suddenly tangled and down he went into the grass. It had been his intention, of course, to trip and slide across the grass at some point, so he was once again okay with it and just giggled all the while as he tumbled about in a confusion of grass and water and (potentially) other puppies.