Heron Lake Plateau Frontier whiskey

While Fen may have been bored with life, Fig - being the far superior and more interesting siblng - was not. He was intrigued by it. After all, he'd waited his entire existence to be a part of it, so why would he squander it by lying around like a newborn lump of a wolf pup while the world passed him by when he could do something completely flippin' amazing like wriggle and squeak and shit his pants?

C'mon people.

If there was one thing he had to complain about, it was his sister. She was always, like, being there. Like not just there, but like, there. Right where he was. And usually, fighting him to be literally where he was. It was super irritating, and even though Fig typically went out of his way to ensure that Fenn was directly beside him, he didn't appreciate her constant insistence that even that wasn't close enough.

Fig squealed indignantly when she once again attempted to overthrow him. More often than not, he just rolled over and let her have her way. It was really the easier thing to do. But this time, he was feeling just as feisty as she was behaving, so he whipped his little head about, spread his jaws wide, and attempted to eat her entire face.