Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Pox was definitely a good listener. He was gullible enough simply due to his youth, but he seemed to have been gifted with an extra helping of it on top of even that. In his head, he was piecing together the mental image of what a dragon was--something like a wolf, but really big with mangled fur and ugly faces. He nodded eagerly and barked an insistent "Yeah!" to let her know that she had been absolutely right--he was definitely going to kick some dragon swooper bum-sides, just y'all wait.

The boy's face wrinkled in a puppy snarl after a brief moment of appalled shock at seeing the damage the dragon swooper had done to his friend. A little growl was rumbling from his chest as he looked fiercely at Wraen and nodded fervently. "Yeah, c'mon! We gotta show 'im! Is our pesents! OUR PESENTS!!" Pox barked, then lunged forward without hesitation to go destroy his enemies! I mean, he didn't have a clue where he was going, but the boy was a wrecking ball--he'd just steam roll his way across the world until he succeeded in his goals or fell asleep.