Sun Mote Copse a badass 11 year old

The other pups weren't quite old enough yet to come join the rest at the rendezvous site. Pox had been told this a few times (like thirty), but finally he had annoyed his mother enough with his insatiable curiosity that she had agreed to take him on a trip to go meet his cousins.

Now whether the boy was excited because he desperately wanted to meet Bronco and Nellie or he was excited because he'd finally nagged a yes out of Finley, no one knows. Except I do. He was just thrilled to have won the battle. Which isn't to say he wasn't excited to get to go on the trip, because he was always down for meeting some new playmates. He just also really liked to win.

Fortunate smiled on Pox one again that day for one of said new playmates was sitting just outside the den when they arrived. Pox made to spring at her and shower her face with HI I'M POX kisses, but Finley stuck a paw out to trip him. He stumbled and fell over, then looked up at her with a seriously why are you always doing that look on his face. Fin just quirked a brow at him and Pox, knowing what that meant, huffed and let her approach first.

"Hey Nellie," Fin greeted with a gentle smile and wag of her tail, "I brought you guys someone new to meet. This is my son, Pox. He's your cousin! Well, one of them anyway." Pox crowded Fin's back legs and grinned at her, waiting impatiently to be set loose on his new friend.