Sun Mote Copse Time and time again

Circling, Fennec pressed her head briefly to the rough bark of the tree, then took a step back.  There was no map in her head yet for here, but in time she'd have one should she stay long enough.  It would consist of paces, terrain, rough places and clear ones.  It would never be flawless, but it would allow her to find things without the need to be led.

The tree was a landmark focus, and from it she intended to walk a ways, weaving among the surrounding smaller neighbors.  Approaching steps and a voice made her pause instead, and she turned to allow her ears direct focus.

Sugar's voice was soft and sweet, like her name.  Fennec smiled a bit at how appropriate it was, though one of the weirdest names she'd heard.  Sugar? Sounds about right. One ear flicked, a response to her using Fig's name for her.  It's Fennec, but I guess that works. Nice to meet you?  This second part she didn't mean to sound... well... bitchy.  But Fennec didn't have a whole lot of experience meeting new friends and was a little thrown by the fact that Sugar seemed pretty familiar with her already.