Hideaway Strath amber alert

Fenn was still being a real stick in the mud about all of this and Fig was really bothered by it. He didn't want to be--he wanted to run around and have fun exploring. There was just so much to do and to see! He was mad at his sister for not wanting to experience it all with him, but he was also reluctant to actually go experience it without her. They'd been inseparable for their entire lives (which had been short but hey they're kids), and it hurt now that it felt like they were being pulled in separate directions.

Honestly though, you probably wouldn't have noticed them being pulled in separate directions at all seeing as Fig continued to hover nearby his sister at all times. He maybe ventured away from her further than usual and did some things on his own, but still, he always knew where she was and always remained close enough that he could go to her if she (or he) needed something.

This time, she needed something. Or so Fig had decided as he saw her stand and timidly venture out from her hiding spot. His tail began wagging excitedly, but he resisted the urge to run and join her just yet. Maybe he had learned a little something of independence, for he just stood back and watched for now, making sure she was looked after without letting her know that she was.

That is, until Dingo arrived. Then all bets were off. Fig leaped forward to dart up to his sister's side where he planted himself between her and the near-stranger. He knew the guy's face--they'd been introduced after all, but still he wasn't too certain of him and definitely had zero intention of Fenn being on her own with him. So, for the first time in Fig's young life, he stared down a strange boy in that protective big brother way, a low (relatively speaking) growl rumbled from his chest as his tail flashed high over his back--the perfect stance to show dominance, just five sizes too small to actually be effective.