Sun Mote Copse The Hunting of the Snark

Pox listened close as Wraen explained what snarks were and what their mission was that they were being tasked with. The bastard had apparently stolen their toys, and now they had to hunt him down and get them back. That sounded exactly like something he was going to be awesome at. He grinned and puffed out his little chest, looking around at the other puppies with a haughty smirk on his face. He'd taken on dragons before and won, so obviously a snark was going to be nothing.

He glanced at Nellie as she cried out the name of her brother like a weirdo, but then looked away as Crow whispered to him this is stupid. Pox frowned, uncertainly, then went back to smirking and whispered back, "That's cause you know you're gonna lose." That apparently did the trick for even though Crow rolled his eyes and stepped away from him, he looked a little more determined now. 

For his part, Pox bounded forward to inspect the scent, then bounded forward to tear off down a trail. He did not go the right way, but damnit he would ride that wrong trail straight to hell before he gave up on it.