If glares could kill, Myrcella would have perished right there and then. His plan had backfired so spectacularly that Sans could see no way out. Seeing how excited his brother was and how much he wanted to "help", the gray and black wolf sighed deeply, which only caused him to yawn. The idea of running was already exhausting him. Looking at the two puppies, he shook his head and shrugged his meaty shoulders.

"Welp, Vayrus, I won't find a better trainer than you. Why don't you lead the way," he said, standing up and walking a few steps… only to be bowled over by his overly excited brother. Sans fell, again, to the grass with the wind knocked out of him. Laying on his right side, the boy could not see what had happened and, for a very brief moment, he felt anxious. Then, he realized that it had been Vayrus who had knocked him down and he relaxed.

Sans smiled, feeling that they weren't going to get very far with the orange and black puppy dancing around. After a moment, he sat up and shook himself of the grass that clung to his fur. Turning to the girl, he winked his dead eye. "See, isn't he the best? He was strong enough to knock even me down."

Just then, the bushes nearby rustled loudly, causing Sans to jerk his head in the direction. That had been where the rabbits from before had darted. Perhaps they wouldn't have to go for a run after all! Seeing his chance, the lazy boy barked at Vayrus to try and get his attention. "Yo, Vays, did you hear that? I think some of the rabbits I tried to chase earlier are still there!" Time to show us how to be the best stalkers, like you."