Sun Mote Copse There's no peace in quiet

Fig had been relieved to hear that Penn was gone, though the emotion came with its share of guilt and remorse. It was no secret that he and Penn didn't like each other, and Fig especially did not like the relationship he'd had with his sister. But he had been a close friend to Fennec and not even Fig could deny that he'd kept her safe and sound while they'd been out traveling together. Penn had given her more freedom and confidence than Fig in all his well-meaning overprotectiveness ever could've mustered.

Fenn's hurt over it was unfortunate, but had always been something Fig had seen as inevitable. Penn had never been reliable in Fig's eyes. He was always going to let her down at some point. It didn't make Figment any less angry about it, but he'd at least been somewhat prepared for it to happen. Fennec hadn't been--that much was clear to him as he watched her move about the Copse in a near constant sullen, short-tempered mood when she should've been happily reunited with her family. Damn Penn Blackthorn...

These were his thoughts as he headed through the Copse towards the borders to start his patrol. They were interrupted by the sudden sound of footsteps--quick ones, rushing in pursuit of something. He turned as he heard the clip, followed promptly by the hiss of frustration. He narrowed his eyes in concern and turned his steps until they brought him to none other then Fennec who had, apparently, just failed in a hunt.

Great timing. "Don't worry--it looked really sickly and diseased," he said, even though he hadn't seen what she'd been after, "Probably would've given you food poisoning. You dodged a bullet." He smiled a little, inwardly considering the double meaning in his last.