Sun Mote Copse you think i wanna go back to wyoming.

Pox's cries did gain him some attention, but not really the helpful kind. Fin picked up her head to peer at the pair, curious to see what all the fuss was about. But by the time her eyes focused on them, it appeared to her that Sugar was the one who needed tending, so it was Sugar that got scooped up and transplanted between her forearms where Fin began trying to groom her into silence.

So, I guess it was the helpful kind. Pox rolled onto all fours again, peering blindly around the den and sniffling in an attempt to locate his sister. He thought her trail went off to his left, so it was that direction in which he began to pedal. Because while he didn't particularly want to find her again, he did want to make sure she was safely away from him. And obviously the only way to do that was to go prod at her while Fin held her tight in her arms. Puppy logic.