Golden Glade peach basket catch-it-up.

Raven seemed sufficiently impressed by his new title, which Fig found to be quite pleasing. His tail was wagging at lightspeed now as he shot a grin at his father before looking back at Raven. Obviously, Phox was hella impressed by this interaction and was near to tears with pride over his little man. Who wouldn't be?

"We fight bad guys!" Fig asked, promptly obliging his aunt with the answer to her question, "An' we protect our pack. We patrol borders and we mark 'em and we fight off 'truders. Oh! Oh! And we fight dragons!" The latter was new to his list of job duties, but he was well aware that it was incredibly important, and thus incredibly impressive, so clearly Raven needed to know about it.