Heron Lake Plateau My disintegration.

Fig's performance at the 2019 Towgan Showdown hadn't exactly been what one could call... impressive. I don't want to say he had acted cowardly, but he hadn't responded very well to the pressure either. He hadn't charged ahead like Fenn to defend their Aunt Aunt Mom Adoptive Mom FUNCLE yes, that one. He hadn't charged ahead like Fenn to defend their Funcle, but he had at least gone after her in spite of being scared silly at putting himself on the front line. So all in all, ...it could've been worse.

In any event, the boy was determined now to make up for it and show his family he could be brave too. Days since the incident had been spent with him protectively pacing the perimeter of the area outside of their den and hovering watchfully at the entrance while Fenn or anyone else napped inside. He had even gone as far as to mark their little play area and scratch his bitty peets against the ground to make it very clear that no Papa X killers were allowed in their space. It was his damnit, and he was going to protect it!

Assuming the Papa X Killer didn't appear... All bets were off if he actually showed up.

That's where Fig was when Towhee began her conversation with Phox. He glanced over at them with some interest, but quickly snapped his head back to glare wide-eyed at the plains around them as a gentle breeze went by that could absolutely have meant a murderer was around. So yeah, if you need him...

skippable!