Sun Mote Copse Weebles wobble

Crow was quick to do as he was told, which Pox very much appreciated about his brother. Avery and Sugar certainly never did, but they were girls and in the little experience he'd had with girls, he'd determined that they were useless (100% @Weejay's fault). Bros were clearly more dependable.

"It'sa lil' bassard," Pox informed his recruit promptly, attempting to use a word he'd heard his mother use rather frequently in reference to things that frustrated her, "An' he went unner dis an' we're tryin' ta get to him." The boy stepped back from the small-ish hole he'd managed to dig out just beneath the log so Crow could get a good look at the situation. He huffed and turned his frowny face to Crow, wondering if he might have any suggestions.