Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

Nellie's apology made him smile. He shook his head lightly to dismiss her guilt. It throbbed a bit, but in a way he knew wouldn't last. It probably wouldn't even scar, which was good--Fig was more the clean cut sort, in spite of the way his hair sort of stuck up on his head still.

But, who was he to argue with Sugar? Fig's smile melted as she spoke of infections and things. It was like when Raven talked. She used words that just made you shut up and listen, even when you didn't fully understand most of what she was saying. He glanced at Nellie to see what she thought of infections and things, but his attention snapped back to Sugar, who was coming at him now with that stern doctor sort of look in her eye.

Once again, Fig noted how very small she was. He dropped onto his haunches and lowered his head as she approached, knowing what she intended and knowing he was a little too tall for it. His stomach began to twist into inexplicable knots as he gave a small nod of consent. It was stupid--They were wolves, wolves were full of touches and lack of personal space. But she was a girl. Had she always been a girl? Were they both girls? Holy crap, had he just been underneath Nellie??