Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

The other yearling didn’t seem to recognize Fig’s efforts to defend him, or so he assumed judging by the sharp glare he received. The Redhawk frowned thoughtfully at him as he continued, answering Wraen’s question in a way that allowed him to shoot another jab Fig’s way. Fig felt his annoyance stir, but he didn’t rise to the bait. He was more curious to understand what drove it—clearly nothing rational since fighting skills hadn’t been a topic of conversation at all previously.

Fig was left to assume the boy was just trying to get a rise out of him, and Fig had spent too much time with Fennec to let that get the best of him. So, he merely looked over at Wraen to watch as she steered the conversation.