Sun Mote Copse Coheed and Cambria

Figment had been watchful and wary during this journey. His father was the strongest he'd been in weeks, yet the boy was still concerned for him. He had always been protective since the first few minutes of his life and growing older had not altered that part of his nature. His growth had simply made him more capable when it came to keeping his loved ones safe.

His time with the Frosthawks had helped a great deal in that department as well. While Phox had healed under Raven's care, Fig had flourished under Rannoch's tutelage. The Frostfur had been a hero to him--kind and wise, offering the perfect distraction when the boy's concern for his father and for the mother and sister that were lost to him had grown too heavy for his young shoulders. Leaving the pack behind had been difficult, though when it came down to it there had been no contest between staying to learn or leaving to seek his mother and sister again. Figment knew where he belonged, and he knew who he belonged with.

The Redhawk was relieved when at last, they had made it to the borders of the Firebirds territory. Like Phox, he had immediately recognized some of the scents that patterned the area as unbelievable as it was that they could both be here. His heart felt fit to burst as his father called to them, so much that he couldn't trust his own voice to sing out the call for fear he'd end up choking on his emotion. So, he stood silently, his face beaming and tail wagging in eager anticipation.