Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

Huddled as far away from Pox as she could manage, Weejay swiped her chubby paws at her nose and whimpered pitifully; it hurt, it really hecking hurt -- how could a puppy so small and cute cause so much pain?

Pox's actions earned him nothing but a very cold stare as he approached. Weejay hunched her back and sat up stiffly, her pained cries shifting into a warning, blubbering growl.. that probably sounded hilarous mixed together, now that I think about it.