Sun Mote Copse Southern motherfuckin' Democratic-Republicans!

She wasn't afraid of much, probably because she'd never been in real danger, but she definitely had a mild form of claustrophobia and the dark was just scary no matter what. With the dark she didn't mean just nighttime, it was more the dark that came with small spaces or dens or holes. She'd been afraid of it as a pup and didn't know why it had stuck with her for so long.

She tipped her head to the side in thought, narrowing her gaze but her expression grew gentler quickly after. She trusted Fig - he'd gotten her dumb head out of a bush for crying out loud - and had no reason not to anymore. She puckered her lips before declaring; Alright then - I'll trust ya. She smiled. How far is'it? She asked then. She needed the exercise, yes, but being lazy felt so fecking great.