Sun Mote Copse When the world went long.

Fig was relieved when Towhee agreed to continue the search for Fenn a little longer, but he tensed quickly when he saw that telltale intake of breath that told him the hammer was about to come down on his ears. His mother was certainly capable of being loud when she needed. He tried not to cringe as she screamed into the rain, not wanting to offend her. It was always rather jarring though, especially when standing so near to her when she did it.

He let her voice echo through the trees for a moment before he made his own effort to call for Fenn. He opted for the more wolf-ish route and merely tipped his head back and howled. It was a less... alarming... way of going about it, but still loud in spite of its eloquence. Once his voice was the one echoing about, he looked again at Towhee. -How about I go South this time and you go North? See if I missed something?- he suggested, opting not to speak aloud so he could listen to see if Fenn or any of the others might call back.