Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox was bored. Ever since his uncle had died, most everyone had been sad and lame and uninteresting. Don't get me wrong, Pox had been pretty unhappy about their loss as well. He hadn't been the closest with Colt, but he still had developed a pretty damn high opinion of the guy. He had just seemed so cool. But now he was dead, and that was a bummer, but... Wasn't it about time to quit crying and start having fun again?

Foxegrine Blackthorn certainly thought so, even if the rest of his family wasn't inclined to agree with him. But you know what? Whatever. He was young, energetic, adventurous and wildly clever. He would just go off and find his own fun. He usually wasn't that successful in his attempts to escape the borders and go running around the world outside, but his mother was being toom uch of a bummer to catch him at it this time. And thus, for the first time, Pox was freeeeee!

Now, he just had to figure out what sort of crazy awesome thing to do with that freedom. For the moment, he decided to chase crickets. But that was just a warm-up for the big show. Even if he didn't know quite yet what the big show actually was...