Sun Mote Copse looks like we just got a little closer.

I hope y'all live here still O_O

Even Penn had to admit, the way the rain was coming down was mildly alarming.

Not nearly as much as fuckin' Fig was making it out to be, though. Penn scowled at the pace he made them take to close the remaining distance between themselves and the Copse, as though the weather would somehow matter less there than it did here. He did realize that rain still came through the trees, right? It wasn't like the copse had a solid ceiling. And who the fuck cared if that they were so wet, anyway? This whole thing was stupid. He really needed to just bug off.

But, he didn't. Penn cantered along at Fennec's hip towards the borders. He slowed when they did, stopped when they did, and stared warily ahead when Fig tilted his head back and called for @Phox and @Towhee. Tension prickled along his hackles at the nervous joy in Fig's voice as he called for his family. Tension and jealousy, though there wasn't a chance in hell he actually recognized that. What the fuck would he be jealous of Fig for? 'Cause he had a family? 'Cause he got to be happy that they were home? 'Cause he got to feel like he had a home?

Obviously not.

Penn glanced at the dark sky as thunder rolled. He blinked against the rain, then snapped his head back over his shoulder as a flash of lightning in the distance behind them stole his attention. He frowned, annoyed with himself for being here at all, but also reasoning that it maybe wasn't the worst idea in the world, given the conditions. It might be the second worst, but... not the worst.

He glanced back, his eyes lingering on @Fennec for a moment, wondering how she was feeling, what she was thinking. Fig was distracted just now. He could nudge Fenn's side, silently beckon her to follow. They could run off and leave Fig here, he wouldn't notice until it was too late. They would be gone. They could keep going and keep having fun, just the two of them.

He let her be, and simply waited for whatever was to come.