Sun Mote Copse When the world went long.

Searching the territory for Fennec and Savaktuk was proving to be quite difficult. Not only was the land hard to traverse, but the rain was doing a pretty thorough job of washing away the scents and other land markings he would otherwise have relied on. His nose was filled with the smell of water and earth and little else while any visible signs that someone had been through were drowning in the downpour.

Needless to say Figment was pretty frustrated and worried by the time he made his way to meet Towhee. He too had done his fair share of shouting (though he couldn't boast his calls had quite the same jarring effect as his mother's), but to no avail. He wouldn't give up, of course. He didn't actually know who Savaktuk was, but that didn't particularly matter to his motivation--though it was obviously Fennec that was the catalyst for his anxiety.

-"Anything?"- he asked as he came to a stop before Towhee, twitching his muzzle away as the move of his paw sent a bit of mud glopping up towards his face. He repeated the sign slower, just to make sure his twitch didn't muss up the translation, even though he could already see what the answer would be.