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

Figment was very close to turning around, running back to his father and telling him that this had been a bad idea and they should really just go home now. The other pup was looking at him with just as much uncertainty, which meant she probably wasn't a threat. She was small though, and Fig knew from experience with Fenn that small girls could be very dangerous and very unpredictable, so he wasn't about to let his guard down until she made a move one way or the other. Or until he was safe again under Phox's protection.

She made a move, though. She asked who he was, and for a minute, he wasn't sure. But then her tail began to wag and her nose began to wriggle--both very good signs. So, Fig relaxed a little and leaned towards her with the same pleasant curiosity. "I'm Fig, I'm a squire," he introduced himself with a proud little smile, the words causing him to shift to a slightly more confident stance, "Who're you?"