Sun Mote Copse When the world went long.

He didn't hear her.

JUST KIDDING. He did this time because he has to. He was nearly about to head off to the South as he'd suggested when he caught the sound of Fenn's call over the pounding rain. -"Wait"- he said immediately, straining to hear better, praying she would call again. She did, but relief didn't take him just yet. She sounded frightened.

-"It's her,"- Fig said as he took off into the trees, heading towards the sound of her voice. He howled again as he ran, trying to encourage her to keep calling (though telling her to stay put probably would've been wiser). He didn't notice if Towhee was following him or not as he charged through the muck and water until finally he spotted her--soaked to the bone and covered in mud. Likely not much different than he looked, except for the anxiety on her face.

Actually, he probably looked the same in that respect too.

"FENN!" he shouted as he finished making his way to her, reaching for her as soon as he could. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he asked, nosing at her face.