Sun Mote Copse Sword and shield: gym leader battle theme.

As thrilled as Fig was to be back home with his mother and sister, he still felt oddly out of sorts. He had fallen into a routine with the Frosthawks that he was without now. He'd made friends there and become an apprentice of sorts to Rannoch. It had been nice to get some semblence of normalcy back after everything that had happened at the grove. Now, he was once again uprooted, out of place, and just... uncomfortable. Unlike before, he was pretty certain he knew how to fix it.

Fig was just stretching and readying himself to put his place into motion when he heard his mother's wild footsteps and raucous cries. He paused and turned his head to watch her come rushing towards him. He didn't move, though--simply tensed and readied himself in case she chose to crash straight into him. When she didn't, he smiled softly and canted his head.

"Hi, Mom," he greeted, "Did you need something?" He could see Towhee was in a whimsical mood, but Fig was not. He'd had to be a grown up after Fenn was lost and when Phox had been hurt, and he hadn't stopped being one since.