Heron Lake Plateau that was pretty bad ass until it wasn't.

Fig paused at the den mouth, and Phox shifted so he'd be ready to corral them back when they got a little braver. That, of course, didn't take long. Fennec bobbed right past her brother, and Phox's much longer strides made it easy to block their path from going more than a foot outside the den's entrance. He didn't want to be a helicopter parent, and if they felt ready to see the outside world, he wouldn't stop them.

His body made a half-circle barricade just outside the den mouth, and he watched them carefully from here, brown eyes following their every move and watching them explore "the great outdoors." For the first time since their mother's death, he smiled.