Heron Lake Plateau Giant's milk

Fig righted himself with a shake of his head. He blinked around to gather his bearings, his eyes landing shortly on the "battle" between Fenn and their father. His anxiety was forgotten quickly after that as he took a couple of steps forward to watch them at it. He was usually the one doing the fighting, so getting to see it happen was interesting. Not interesting enough that he didn't get bored and fidgety after about twenty seconds, but Phox took care of that before he had to start whining for attention.

Fig giggled as he was shoved, then sprang into a play bow, giving a little growl of his own. He tried to make it sound as big and strong as his father's, and though it didn't at all, Fig was pretty sure that it did. He sprang forward with jaws agape, aiming for his dad's nose even though it wasn't exactly within reach.