Sun Mote Copse we dropped the ball a little on that one.

Pox scowled at her response. He wasn't buying her ascertion that she was indeed blind--her tone (or lack of tone) made it sound like sarcasm to him. He had spent too much time with his mother to readily assume strangers weren't being facetious with him, especially when they made such an unheard of claim. Unheard of in his short experience with the world, anyway.

"Whatever," he muttered dismissively, his ears pressing forward and eyes narrowing as she continued on to introduce herself. The name actually did strike some bit of familiarity with him, but he dismissed that as well. He'd have to think about it more to figure out where he knew it from and he just didn't do things like that.

Whe the question was turned around on him, Pox straightened a bit and answered her with a tinge of pride in his voice, "Penn Blackthorn." Something instinctive had taken hold of him as he spoke. He didn't like this jerkface girl at all, but he still felt somewhat compelled to impress her. And what was more impressive than being a Blackthorn? As for the name he gave, he had reached the age that he found only embarassment in the nickname he'd been called since birth. Penn was much cooler and way better fit the awesome young man he had become.

That being said, she was still a jerkface, and he was still a little piece of crap. "Feel free to go home any time," he retorted, "No one's stopping you." He shuffled his paws as though he was going to leave. Which he was. He just wanted to get a rise out of her first.