Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

Pox beamed over his success and dug his teeth in hard as he could. He wasn't aware yet that doing things like this could actually cause pain. He only knew that it was fun to bite and to chew, and the snouts of other puppies were perfectly acceptable chew toys as far as he was concerned.

It wasn't until she began to cry that he considered that something might be wrong. Not with what he was doing, of course--what he had done was landed one sweet ass bite that the whole world ought to be in awe of. No, her wailing was the weird thing because there was absolutely no reason for her to be doing it. Pox released her as she stumbled away from him, peering at her with a face full of curiosity. He took a tentative step forward and asked her what was wrong with a frown, "Issbaa?"