Hideaway Strath when i suggested maybe we don't bring the gun in, he was very obliging.

Fig's statement hurt because it was, and she wanted to treat it like that.  Every adventure so far had been such a good time, and she loved exploring new places.  If only everything wasn't so dark, and she knew where she was going, and what she was going to be running into.  The nearsightedness of the plateau was a far cry from this complete encroaching blackness, and this third month, when her transition would become complete, had been probably one of the worst times Phox and Towhee could have chosen.  Not that they would have had any way of knowing that.

She didn't know how to answer and just stayed moodily silent, keeping her nose buried and her eyes shut.  Her ears, though, stayed up... making sure they stayed close and didn't go too far, because even though she wanted to stay here, she did not want to be left behind.