Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

She didn't answer him. Not exactly, anyway, unless the continued tears were supposed to be his answer. The boy frowned at her when those cries turned into something that sounded like a growl but also sounded like when you stuck your snout into water and blew bubbles. Not unpleasant, but super peculiar.

Pox spent only another thirty seconds wondering before he decided he didn't care. "P'ay!" he demanded insistently, bowing down and slapping a paw on the ground like the ref ringing the bell to begin the wrestling match.