Cricket Creek Bog dude, that story can go anywhere.

Pox hummed happily as he crunched down on a cricket. It was only the second one he'd managed to catch after spending a good half hour chasing them, so he was feeling quite satisfied by the accomplishment. The cricket itself was not at all satisfying, though. The taste wasn't great, but the crunch made up for it enough that Pox was happy to creep forward to catch another once he'd swallowed his prize.

Sugar's appearance caused him to pause, though only for a brief moment. He quirked a brow at her and shook his head with a roll of his eyes. He didn't mind her tagging along, but he could not have cared less about her fascination with plants. He might've made a beeline for the trees to try and lose her completely were it not for the question she posed, which presented him an opportunity to boast. 

"Of course. I caught tons of stuff!" he insisted, shooting a grin her way before he was struck by a sudden stroke of genius that drove him to then proclaim, "I'm hunting swamp dragons."