Sun Mote Copse the frumious bandersnatch!

OHGAWD THE IRONY.

Given the fact that Elwood didn't seem to be in any pain, and that his mother hadn't already begun cleaning the mud off his leg, Bronco assumed that Elwood was actually fine. Sugar relaxed, too, and considering the fact that she didn't race over to clean the mud off Elwood's leg, he assumed with even more conviction that she'd just been playing. 

"Ma taught me." He said, gesturing toward his mother who wasn't really paying much attention to the two, as she didn't want to interrupt while they were actually being civil. "Y'only die from uh infucktion if you're weak," He said with a fierce grin. He liked his uncle, so he gestured over to the silver male with a flick of his little muzzle. "H'uncle H'Elwood's too strong t'die from infucktion."