Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Unfortunately, Pox chose the latter option. The laughter died in her throat when her brother accused her of letting the rabbit get away. Sugar didn't respond right away. She had never wanted to catch it in the first place. And when it had freed itself, he'd gone after it so quickly, it hadn't even occurred to her to give chase too.

She didn't want to rile him further, though she refused to shoulder the blame either. "I didn't," Sugar said matter-of-factly, shrugging a shoulder, aware that even these two simple words might rankle. "But we should find something else to hunt. Want to?" she invited in the very next breath.