Hideaway Strath On a couch of dogs

Fig settled back in beside Fenn, watching and listening as his parents explained what was up to the rest of the pack. He peered thoughtfully at them, wondering about who Mr. Nice Pack had been without feeling particularly concerned that he'd never gotten to meet him prior to his departure. He made a mental note to try to be meaner to everyone because apparently that's what Dad was about now, then perked up when Towhee began to talk about patrolling.

-"Kin Fenny an' me patrols?"- Fig asked softly, batting a paw at Towhee's foreleg for attention. His tail was wagging eagerly as he looked hopefully from her to Phox. It sounded like a fun, like peeing on things had been, and he wanted to be helpful.