Sun Mote Copse we dropped the ball a little on that one.

The girl proved herself to be aggravatingly difficult to cow. She responded to his threat with a nonchalant agreement that she might indeed die were she to be thrown at some boulders. It was quite unexpected, and Pox found himself uncertain of how to respond and too irritated to come up with something clever anyway. And in any event, she was talking again, making him even angrier.

Pox's lips peeled back in a silent snarl as she insulted him and stepped away. Were it one of his siblings, he would've attacked long ago. But only now did he teeter on the edge of lashing out at her. He readied himself to lunge as soon as her back was turned, but he hesitated, noting something odd about the way she moved, as though she... couldn't see.

Wait, had she been serious?

The boy's lips fell as he quirked a brow at her, his sudden suspicion confirmed when she walked straight into a tree--a sight that might've made another wolf cringe with guilt over the way he'd accused her. But when his anger abated, it was only because curiosity flooded in to wash it away. Not because he felt any semblance of guilt, or even sympathy.

"Hold up," Pox said as he trotted nearer to her, peering quizzically around to get a better look at her face, "Were you not just being a bitch? Like, you're actually blind?" He hesitated, his gaze sharpening with suspicion before he added, "..or are you still being a bitch?" Because the mark of a true bitch is to be so devoted to a ruse that you injure yourself.