Sun Mote Copse Only blue or black days

The borders had been quiet that morning, which was just the way Fig preferred them, regardless of what that Blackthorn kid said. He'd run into Penn a couple of mornings ago as he'd been trying to creep back home, mysteriously covered in the scent of eagle with bloody scratches down the side of his muzzle. He'd thrown off any questions about it, so Fig was at a loss as to what had happened to him. But by the end of the conversation, he'd determined that it had probably been deserved. Any moron that thought a patrol was a waste of time if it didn't end in a battle to the death between himself and seven ..what had he called them? Bitch ass ninja hooligans? Ugh. In any event, the moron had probably deserved whatever it was that had happened to him.

But anyway, Fig didn't care what Penn thought of him. Unfortunately, he didn't care in that way where you legit didn't care, but more in the way that where you self-righteously insist you don't care as you replay the conversation over and over again. Which is to say, it was probably one of the better times for Fenn to have called for him. Fig didn't entirely feel ready to face his sister to clear the air, but he definitely needed to be saved from battling his self-esteem issues. He paused when he heard her voice, hesitating for only a moment before he went. Yes, things were still awkward and wrong between them, but that would never stop Figment from going when Fenn needed him.

He was silent when he came upon her, guiltily taking a moment to try and gauge her mood before he made his presence known. It was wrong to take advantage of her that way, but Fig was a careful wolf, and he liked to avoid conflict. Knowing what he was walking into helped him do so. "Hey," he said after a moment, allowing his paws to start making noise as he finished closing the distance between the two of them, "What's up?"