Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

Weejay did not come to his rescue, no matter how Pox howled for her. Desperate, the boy looked around for his other siblings, but none of them seemed inclined to save him either. Apparently he was trapped, defeated, and without hope.

Sullen, the boy eventually settled into his mother's arms and pouted while he was groomed. It slowly began to feel nice, though liberty certainly would've felt better. His eyes slowly began to glaze over as he stared out the den's entrance and considered this. And even as he drifted off to sleep, he watched after his cousin with a single thought in his head.

Soon...

And when he awoke hours later...

He wouldn't remember any of that. Because he's a toddler.