Hideaway Strath amber alert

Fig kept his eyes glued to his new packmate, not backing down from the challenge he had just presented. He expected Dingo to fall all over himself insisting that he was not, that he was a good guy and he wanted to be friends. But he didn't. He just gave him a look that seemed to suggest he didn't care what the puppy thought of him, which was absurd. How could you ever not care what a puppy thinks of you. If you don't want to be BFFs with every puppy you meet, then we clearly have a problem.

Fortunately, Fig was distracted from his showdown when Fennec spoke. He turned to her, immediately more concerned by the tone in her voice than his wariness that Dingo couldn't be trusted. He didn't understand what she was talking about. It wasn't dark here. It was a nice, bright day. Maybe her standards for brightness were simply higher than his?

Fig glanced at Dingo, his anxiety around him now gone because he was one of the big wolves and that meant he had to help. His words confused him even more, but it did give him a thought--and that was to do the exact opposite as what he'd said. "C'mon Fenny, lessgo over here in the sun," he urged, stepping towards her to bump up against her side and direct her towards the break in the trees where he saw a nice patch of sunlight that might meet her impossibly high standards of brightness.