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

Fig's distraction at seeing the outside world for the first time lasted about thirty seconds. Just as Phox came up behind them, Fig's gaze fell on Fenn as she went bounding on ahead. His eyes widened even bigger than was previously physically possible as he watched her move away from him into the unknown. Anxiety nabbed his little heart and he tore off after her, closing the distance that separated them as quickly as he could. Which was not very quick.

The boy would've tackled her and pinned her protectively to the ground had it not been for their father's sudden (to him) presence. He crowded up against his sister as he peered up at Phox's dark face, looking sufficiently ashamed of himself. But Phox's expression was not one of displeasure--not at all. There was something about it that Fig read as encouragement. Anxiety officially vanquished now that both he and Phox were there to take care of Fenn, Fig smiled back and returned his attention to the world at large. He bounced forward to explore the little area he was given while his tiny tail wagged like a propellor shooting him forward.