Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox's eyes narrowed at her response. She denied that it had been her fault (which was ridiculous because anyone with half a brain could tell that it was), and that did indeed rankle him. His lip peeled away from his canines, but only slightly. He wasn't "attack" level angry, but certainly "we're done here" angry.

He scoffed at her invitation and heaved a dramatic roll of his eyes. "How about I go hunt and you just go home," Pox snapped, "You'll just be in my way. Go pick some flowers or something else no one cares about." With that, Pox strode past her with his chin and tail lifted. He was still splattered head to toe in mud, and stumbled a little as he began due to still being a bit stuck in the mud. But, he felt that he was still making his point.