Sun Mote Copse came whiffling through the tulgey wood

No one seemed to notice his stumble, or so he consoled himself. The distraction was enough that Fig managed to regain some semblence of his typical calm, friendly self. The memory of his time with the Frosthawks always brought warmth to his heart in spite of the awful circumstances that had landed him there. He'd made good friends there who had helped him grow a lot. He was actually a little jealous of Sugar Glider for getting to go there. He'd felt at home there--something he did not feel here.

"I'll start patrolling the bushes every day after I finish patrolling the borders," Fig reassured Nellie with a small grin. Stevie would like to take this moment to point out that she could totally make a good "bush patrol" joke right here that would make Fig really uncomfortable, but because she's super mature and kind, she resisted. The young wolf merely turned his attention back to Sugar as the conversation continued, finding himself in agreement with Nellie that it was kind of a bummer that she was going to be leaving so soon after they'd arrived.

"Yes, ma'am," Fig agreed, cataloging the information. He didn't know much about medicine, so he was glad for the tips. He agreed silently to Sugar's instruction to take care of Nellie, though that wasn't something he needed any encouragement to do. He protected all of his friends. He always had and he always would. Sugar had someone to take care of too though, and before she left, he made sure she knew it by saying, "You take care of yourself."