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

Fig always kept his sister within his awareness, even when he wasn't focused squarely on her. Even at that young age, he felt protective over her and he didn't like to be so far that he couldn't get back to her if she needed him. It was as though she had a perimeter around her and the moment Fig reached the edge, he bounced off and returned to her. As they got older, the perimeter would likely grow as well. But for now, it was fairly small, and it didn't take too long for him to bump up against it and go toddling back to Fenn's side.

But if you ask him, he only came back because it looked like she was having fun and he wanted to be part of it. Fig leaned into a play bow facing her as she wriggled around in the grass and yapped at her a few times. He then collapsed into the ground himself and began to wriggle, enjoying the feel of dirt and plants mushing against his fur.