Golden Glade peach basket catch-it-up.

Figment felt slightly less uncomfortable this time as he stood on the borders of the Glade with @Phox. The trip to the Firebirds hadn't gone so bad (I'm assuming), so he was feeling optimistic that this would be fun. He'd been told that this pack had kids his age as well, new playmates, and kids that were actually part of his family. Apparently, he had quite a big one. Who knew!

With a nudge from his father, Fig stepped forward and sucked in a big, preparatory breath. He and Fenn had practiced their howling, trying to make their voices sound as big and impressive as the adults. He knew he wasn't quite to that level yet, but he had lungs enough for this. Tilting his head back, he boomed out a howl as big as he could muster, letting the Frosthawks know that they had company.