Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Fig was anxious to see what Wraen would make of this stranger. He certainly wasn't sure what to think. He felt his hackles prickle again as his protective instincts were triggered by the look the stranger gave Wraen and he tensed, ready to lunge if the need arose. He certainly didn't want it to--he still felt sympathetic towards him. But that didn't mean he was going to let anything happen his Sovereign because of it.

Figment was attentive as the conversation moved forward. He cracked a brief smile at Wraen's initial reaction, though it was short-lived as he kept a wary eye on the boy--Tuvak, as it seemed he was called. He glanced over again at Wraen when she mentioned Tuvak's kill, his ears slipping back and then forward again as concern rose in him. "He didn't hunt within our borders--just very near them," Fig commented, wanting to make sure the record was straight.

"Too near," he added under his breath. He and Tuvak had covered that already, but Fig couldn't help himself.