Sun Mote Copse The scene is dead.

Fig turned his attention from looking for Meerkat back to Towhee when she answered his question. He laughed at her response and gave a little shrug to signify that he sympathized. Meerkat could be a handful. She was an utter delight, but she did sometimes go overboard with it to the point where you kinda wanted to knock her upside the head with a mallet to knock her out and make her take a nap. Gosh, he loved her.

But, he merely nodded. Chilling with dad was a good place to be, though walking the borders with mom was up there too. Fig fell contentedly into step beside her, his eyes roaming the terrain for any sign of anything and seeing nothing--just the way he liked it. He glanced sidelong at her when she asked how he was doing, a thoughtful, knowing cast in his gaze. He smiled in a slightly half-hearted kind of way. "I'm alright," he said, unable to really sign since they were walking, though if head motions are involved in the signing, he definitely did those, "I miss her."

Fig had no doubt that Towhee understood exactly who he meant, so he didn't bother adding anything to the comment. Until a moment or two passed and he couldn't help but add a question--"What do you think of Penn Blackthorn?" Which is totally not an OOC-driven question. Fig has very real concerns about Penn Blackthorn.