Sun Mote Copse The scene is dead.

Fig was quiet as his mother spoke, thinking over every word and finding himself... surprised. Fennec was willful and headstrong, for sure. If she didn't want to do something, then she she wasn't going to. No ifs ands or buts about it. But the Fenn he had known since their reunion here at the Copse was more concerned about her limitations in a way she hadn't been when they were kids. Specifically, concerned about figuring out how to not let them be limitations. And, he feared, concerned about proving she didn't have any.

The Fennec his mother described was different. He wondered why. Had she hidden that from Towhee? Had she only confided her fears in him? That seemed highly probable, so he kept his mouth shut. He loved his mother and generally kept no secrets from her, but this one wasn't his secret--if it was one. Damnit, he wished Fenn were here.

He sighed in frustration, scanning his mind for some sort of response since he couldn't say what he actually wanted to. Fortunately, a distraction appeared in the form of a fox. Like Towhee, Fig tensed as he spotted out. Unlike Towhee, though, he didn't consider letting it go. His mind went straight to his baby siblings. A fox wasn't usually a concern to him, but they were now that he had little monsters that were too small to defend themselves.

His lips peeled back in a snarl as he sprang forward, angling himself so that he could herd it away from the territory. Ideally, he would kill it. Realistically, it was quick, so driving it off was likely the best outcome he could hope for.