Sun Mote Copse the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Fig had been pretty uncertain about this little trip. The whole leaving the Strath thing was whatever--he was actually pretty excited about that. He was also pretty down with meeting new wolves in other packs, even though he would admit to being a bit nervous about that. He hadn't met too many strangers outside of his own pack before, but he was getting more used to them now that so many had joined them to establish the Grove. 

No, Figment didn't like being away from Fenn. But, he had agreed to the father son trip because, well.. It was hangout time with his dad. Fig had been full of eager smiles when they'd met Finley at the borders, who seemed super cool. She had lead them into the territory and here now to their rendezvous site where Figment had been told he could find some playmates, and oh look--there's one now.

The boy had pranced away from Fin and @Phox eagerly, but as soon as he came near enough to Sugar Glider to speak, he clammed up completely. He'd never met another pup before. He'd only ever known his sister, and they'd been born knowing each other. Was meeting children his own age different than meeting adults? What was he supposed to do? What should he say? Should he... should he.... pee on something?

He didn't, thank god, but he did stare at her with wide eyes and his jaw bobbing up and down wordlessly as his mind raced.