Sun Mote Copse it's just we're having a bad time too.

Fig had no idea as he did his border patrol that day that his world would shortly be turned upside down. He had noticed how upset @Fennec had been lately, of course. And though he found it difficult to comprehend, he knew that it was likely caused by Penn's absence. He didn't understand why she'd grown so attached to the guy--he was nothing more than an unreliable, self-centered, reckless jerk as far as Fig could tell--but he knew it wasn't his place to try and dissuade her from their friendship. Up until recently, Penn had never done her any harm. Now that he had, Fig considered that he might have a little more to say to her on the subject. Little did he realize it was likely a little too late.

Heaving a sigh, the yearling paused to sniff at a large branch that had clearly fallen from a nearby tree. He looked up at the other branches thoughtfully, spying another that looked as though it had taken some damage when the first fell. A good wind storm and that one would be down too. He'd have to keep an eye on that, he decided as he squatted to leave a mark. He continued along then, not stopping again until he came across the unexpected, rather fresh scents of Avery and Penn. He blinked in surprise and looked out into the Wilds, a thoughtful frown drawn across his face.